MS, a cognitive kerfuffle of sorts
Q: "Mmm… where did I hear that before because I know that I know it, only I don't know in which part of my brain I dumped it?" A: "I can't recall, so do forgive the cognitive malpractice of millions of fiery neural explosions lost on pathways made of concrete-coloured brain matter. It's not their fault." Footnote: While I make light of said idiocy in the upstairs chamber, I find it best to address it with a sense of musical humour. Hence, I sing 'Do I know or do I not?' sung on the song 'Should I stay or should I go' by the Clash.
If it’s hot, I hate it! When MS temperature sensitivity torments you
Comparing the weather in Ireland to a three-seasons-in-one-day-affair is an understatement, and one that makes MS look like the butt of the joke when Uhthoff's symptoms will turn you into an attractive social media meme.
Life with MS: 17 years of ‘what the hell just happened?!’
Life goes on with all the good it can bring, and with goals I yet want to achieve, so I tolerate MS. There’s no resentment or blame, no more heartache, guilt or doubt.
MS: eloquent silence of the weird and wonderful
I became to view MS and trigeminal neuralgia as an illness so nonsensical and derogatory in nature. MS is one of the most confusing and least understood illnesses in the medical encyclopedia for the mere fact that it keeps moving the goal posts in the lives of every single person with MS.
The art of balancing multiple sclerosis and life… sort of!
Oisín in the meantime, looks at me like only puppies can. Either he sees me as an odd, MS-fatigued and pained two-legged Whippet mama, or as a modern Amelia Earhart whose flying skills need to be updated. Is it any wonder so I unconsciously seem to opt flying solo onto the floor to save physical energy?
Your guide to securing life insurance if you have MS
Life insurance for people with multiple sclerosis is an essential part of your MS management, especially for those who have a partner and/or children to take care of.
You would have been 50 today
It would have been a god-damn extraordinary 50 years if your heart and mind had been allowed to live.
