It's been six months since I was diagnosed with MS. I don't know quite what to say about it. I'm doing fine, really. I am getting better. I'm frustrated and more than just a little bit angry that I can't find the right buttons to push and pills to take to just make it all go away, but I am undeniably better than I was and if I'm just honest about it I can see that I'm still improving. I just can't accept that I can't control it more and hurry things up.
I'm just stepping up the pace and starting to go to work three days a week. My employer has been incredibly cool through all this and the boost I get from every day I manage to go to work and feel like I'm actually doing some work, it's very hard to describe. I wish everyone could feel as happy about going to work as I do.
Having the perfect alibi for just doing... nothing... it's weird. Let's just say, when things just aren't possible to do anymore, it puts another perspective on it all. That old "you don't value what you have until you lose it". It applies to walking, running, going to work.
My promise for the weeks until the holidays: I'm gonna talk less about being sick. Enough of that already. Not because I don't want to but it's about frickin time to have some other things in my life too.
That doesn't apply the same way to writing though. I'm trying to find space for writing more and about more things, but I'm not going to limit writing about being sick, that's just for real life conversations. So, on blogs and stuff, more MS TL;DR.
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