There are some things that you succumb to because basically you have no choice. I did not invite MS, it just sort of arrived. So what, it could be worse. I did not even notice that it was arriving. You get all sorts of twinges in your body, especially as you grow older, so what. Rising from a chair is one of the easiest things to do, just give yourself a push and you are standing, although perhaps you do not make it the first time. Getting out of bed? Just a sign of getting older, but you can do it. Falling down and not being able to stand again under your own power? I never was the fittest.
And so it all goes on, until one day your get a diagnosis. MS, no problem, a modern complaint. I get a walking stick, then make sure it looks good. It is after all only physical. I can still write blogs and use the computer, cook the meals and even do the housework. I will not give up. And how is your head? No, I do not have headaches, I never really did. Of course I need glasses, but that does not mean that you suffer from MS, it means you are short sighted, or long sighted, or perhaps any sort of sighted. I can read books, I like reading: perhaps not books, but more upload them onto the Kindle.
I go for walks. How dare my MS keep me at home. I look good with my new snazzy cane and providing my walks do not take me far and only last half an hour, then I can do it. Walking is boring in any case. Just putting one foot after the other and walking on, even if the left foot does turn at an angle of 45° – ministry of silly walks? OK, perhaps one foot after the other not in a straight line, but I will not succumb. I take photos on my walks to break the boredom. Anything that comes into the range of my lens is embedded on the camera.
Sometimes I seem to be regarded as an exotic. Perhaps I should change my outside cane for something more conservative, more fitting to my age, but I will not succumb. I am me and my stick is me. Now and again you check in Internet, of all places, to see what could possibly happen. Stick, walking frame, wheelchair, electric mobile. Anything could happen. Just do not succumb, keep fighting and above all do what you want to do. Today I took a walk to the garbage container at the end of the path with a bag of light weight stuff, without my cane: I wanted to see if I can still do it. Of course I can, no problem, although compared to a year ago, no longer like it used to be and I had to stop now and again.
We all get old, sometimes this way and sometimes a different way. Thank goodness for modern electronic stuff like smartphones that fit in your pocket. you can write your shopping list on it because you tend to forget more and the hands no longer want to write. You can fit all your doctor appointment on the smartphone. It even gives you a signal to warn you that today is the day. MS, forget it, carry on as usual. I am suppose to get depressed. Me, depressed, I do not have time to get depressed, I have a blog to write.