The self-indulgent idea of writing a blog about my (so far) experiences with MS was inspired by a friend (who also has a chronic illness) who writes a blog, in conjunction with my personal experience of reading other MS related blogs, and realising that none of the MS blogs I have read (so far), reflect my own experiences.
I also see it acting as a bit of self-therapy. You know, a place where I can harp on and get it all out. More importantly, it is a way for my friends and family to try to understand - because quite frankly being asked, "How is your MS?" or more subtly, "How are you feeling?" just annoys me and reminds me, and I already have other things that annoy and remind...there is room for no more! No but really, I hope that this might give friends and family some insight. And because it's just M and I 'up here' in our current location, keeping regular contact can be difficult.
I do find writing (typing) stuff can be easier than talking. If any of my friends, family and even colleagues have recieved an email from me, they will know that I like to, let's say, over explain....go into a lot of irrelevant detail, go on and on. I do apologise. I, myself, do not enjoy reading. I prefer books with pictures hence my chosen profession of an art teacher.
I will also apologise in advance for any typos - these may also be spelling errors in disguise, but try to give me the benefit of the doubt won't you?
The way I see this blog unfolding, is by writing a few blogs that kinda go back in time a little, from when I felt the first symptoms of MS. I can't predict how many posts that will take, but I figure in smaller (hmm I don't know if I can call this first blog 'small', but anyway...) increments you might be likely to come back, check it out and relive a small journey I took from the end of 2010 to the beginning of 2011, then now. I will aim to be humourous and avoid sadness, I promise.
Okay, so let's begin...(oh and I like that second voice I sometimes have in my writing where I do some more over explaining in brackets :-))
At the end of September 2010 my leg felt funny. Yup. That's what I would say to M (aka Mark, my amazing man). It did feel funny. My right leg was pins and needle-ish.
I had just started about a month or so beforehand to try and lose some extra kgs, so I was going to the gym a few times a week (which included me doing weights). So, as you do, you try and guess why. Retrace your steps. Oh yes, the gym! I must've done something. Yup. That's it. The feelings hung around, and my walk was a bit weird, but I could still manage. Then I thought that no it couldn't be the gym. The feelings weren't muscle related, and my joints were fine.
Maybe it was because I was training in a friend's pair of heels for an upcoming wedding interstate? No joke. If you know me, you know I am an anti-high heeler. Thongs. Flats. Flat boots. But NEVER heels. These training sessions could be the culprit.
M and I were doing a spot of shopping in an outside shopping mall interstate, when the feelings just got too weird and walking was feeling really odd. So we sat down for a bit. I massaged my right calf thinking that would ease these weird pins and needle sensations. It did not. But it seemed to subside after a small sit down so we got up and continued on.
M and I went to the wedding and I did wear an awesome pair of Tilly Rose wedges that I (well, M) purchased. They were far from 'comfortable', BUT I could walk in them and I didn't think they looked strange on me, and going by my small history of high heel wearing this was an achievement.
The heels! That must be it. The heels in combo with something I did at the gym (even though I was earlier in denial about the gym scenario) is the reason I have pins and needles. Um, no Sascha.
So we arrive back from our little interstate jaunt and I demand that M massage my damn calf muscle and get these stupid and weird feelings far away from me! He kindly does so but alas, it did not work.
Boo (Or boo hoo).
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