Right after midnight my social media feeds were flooded with wishes for a happy 2017, and inspirational messages comparing this New Year with a blank book with 365 pages, and urging us to write our story. Well, flooded may be a bit of an exaggeration. There were definitely quite a few of these messages.
I followed my advice. I put my notebook to good use and started jotting down my thoughts. So I can turn them into blog posts. And it made me feel good. About me, about what I do, about what I can do. Which to be honest is not an easy thing to do – at least some of the time. Not because of my MS, but… No, wait! It is because of the MS (for the most part at least).
Observing the world around me lately I noticed a reluctance by people to accept the inevitability of change. Now, it’s not like I’ve been oblivious to this reality – and it is a reality no matter how liberal you think the world is – but the truth is that whenever you think you’ve found its limits, there’s that little bit more that kind of catches you off guard.
It’s been a couple of weeks since my last post, and despite having promised that I would post a third post as part of my #WorldMSDay tirade I found myself being overwhelmed by the MS. So, this being the first day in a while that the “fog” has cleared up (not gone, but at least it’s not as bad), here goes.
Today we’ll discuss treatment options, and which might be best.
It’s amazing what a person can do for your psychological and physical condition. They can make you feel a million times better (or worse) simply by being around. I was reminded of this last week when a very good friend – I would say my best and most compatible friend (no offence to all my other friends, who I cherish) – was in town.