Just when I attempted to maximise my brain, it decided to take over and run the show.
It’ll be fun, it said.
But, it was so not pretty. Not even by a long mile.
With so much physical pain and hence collected a fair amount of neurology-related knowledge due to life with MS, I should be a brainiac.
Yet, I am not.
Let’s face it, everyone knows the internet is killing your productivity. It rather mockingly says, “If you empty your brain over me, I will fill yours with no nonsense nonsense. I will be the Jupiter to your Mars, and worse, the devilish Trump to your godly Obama. In short, I am bigger and taller than you so you need to shut up.”
You get it.
Contrary to what you might think, this is an as contrary story of contrary ideals.
Maximising my brain means, “I need sleep. Me, Willeke, the bodily mass dangling at the bottom of your brain needs a timeout.”
So, let me take you on an imaginary ride.
You start at 9.30am reading a bonkers news article about ‘The Beast of the East’, and somehow end up on a ‘Should I Remove It?’ website from where you enter Sigmund Freud’s dream analysis, a puppy world and eventually at 9.35am, you end up somewhere halfway the gigantic boot that is Italy.
That, of course, is life on the internet. You feel as if you travelled a hundred miles without moving an inch, seasoned with some acute eye and facial pain from staring at a small screen.
That, on the other hand, is life inside my brain also when I am whacked, knackered, wrecked or in proper English: fatigued beyond measure.
How so? When 4 anti-narcolepsy tablets give in to fatigue and give it a rest themselves, I kinda become as dumb as. English sounds like Chinese and I’ve yet to find a dictionary I can use to translate those funny little scribbles called an alphabet.
Or, when I can’t remember I wrote a reminder note to help me remember that there was something I can’t forget.
I could list a few other events but as you can tell, I’m on the road to find my duvet to fall into the arms of Morpheus.
Life with MS is not for the faint-hearted.
But, life is also absolute.
We all need our sleep.
Welcome to my sleepy, banjaxed, racked
and in tatters happy worl d.
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