While events on the political world stage the last few months weren’t exactly vivacious or dignified, a lot has happened in and outside my own colourful, little Irish bubble also. I didn’t have a foul-mouthed Donald Trump breaking down my every word, but I equally didn’t have an eloquent Obama and Air Force One to drag me away from crime-ridden, questionable places. “Life,” in a way was, just like Einstein once said, “like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.”
Even while moving, however, at times I felt the pedals slip from under my feet, resulting in losing balance mid-air. Ungracefully, so. Continue reading “Then & now”
October has finally arrived, which means that the 4th International Trigeminal Neuralgia Awareness Day is almost upon us. On October 7th the Light Up Teal campaign will see buildings across the world light up in a teal hue, with many buildings in Ireland joining the awareness campaign.
So far, confirmation of 34 structures has been received, including the 3 Arena, Convention Center, Mansion House, Cork City Council, National Concert Hall, Christ Church Cathedral, Shannon Airport, NUI Maynooth and Galway Cathedral. Elsewhere, Niagara Falls, the Canada Peace Bridge, Perth Concert Hall, the Trafalgar Sq Fountains, Taipei Tower and The Sichuan Tower to name just a few, will don the same colour also. Continue reading “Trigeminal Neuralgia Awareness Symposium, Dublin”
Imagine, you’re stuck with me in an utterly crazy, hilarious episode of The Big Bang Theory. Let your imagination run riot, especially since this post has some gender reversal role playing added to it.
There is the ditzy Penny-type of person who thinks along the lines of “Not seeing = questioning = perhaps, possibly, maybe believing”. She thinks it’s hard to value the worth of something when it’s not visible, but given time to learn, she might just try and see things your way.
And then there is Leonard, who knows that he’s not on the same score card as some of his contemporaries. He knows that there is truth in the world, and more importantly, inside him. He says, “Stop questioning me. It exists, I have tangible proof, and I will demonstrate it to you until you let go.”
Continue reading “Being real!”
Not that long ago I was caught talking to my MS medication – all 28 tablets a day – in the hope they’d finally get their act together and start doing what they’re supposed to. Work. Things. Out.
I believe the phrase was, “If you are my Ross, I will be your Rachel.”
Sure, I’ve thought crazier things than that. If people would know what I’m thinking half the time, they’d take me straight to emergency and say I tore all the ligaments in my head.
Two of the biggest life lessons MS taught me, is that you can just as well have fun, and what you think, you become. A bit of semantics here and there. A touch of rhetoric too. And a tiny bit of Ubuntu if you like. Rather like, “I’m medically fascinating.”
I’m chronically fabulous too.
(Or so I am told)
I step on my own toes and hurt my own ego for the sake of applying a bit of black humour to the conversation to stop the person in front of me worrying about my physical state. So, I’ll be damned before I start taking myself too seriously. Stepping outside the box doesn’t work because I was never in the box, to begin with, and I never will be. Continue reading “Conversations with myself”
Note: I am not a medical professional nor do I intend to provide any medical advice to anyone. Please see your physician or neurologist if you have any health care concerns. My intention is to provide accurate information from the perspective of an informed patient.
Sometimes it’s hard to pin down which illness you have, as symptoms can look and feel alike. This is the case with MS and fibromyalgia. However, they are very different illnesses.
Despite the overlap in symptoms, diagnostic methods and profile risks, having one doesn’t put you at a higher risk of having the other illness.
If you suspect you have MS or fibromyalgia, please seek medical advice. A rheumatologist will be able to tell you if you have fibromyalgia, and a neurologist if indeed you have MS.
Continue reading “Difference between fibromyalgia and MS”
When I look back on life, books have always played a pivotal role while growing up, through the good days and the bad, and in sickness and in health. If it were not for the many hours spent with my nose tucked deep in books in the downstairs library in our apartment, my life would not be the same today. It would similarly not be the same if my mum had not let me ‘read’ our atlas so many times, its spine became battered and bruised, and all pages near the maps of Great Britain and Ireland were falling out as if Boudica herself had rampaged through them.
Years later and by now living in Ireland, books continued to be my backbone and often saved me from emotional distress before or after surgeries, diagnoses and retiring from work. Some were a hard rock to hold on to while trying to stand firm against unwanted medical test results that would change the course of my life. Some were a ‘do not disturb’ sign while others the perfect antidote to something called ‘uncertain days’. Continue reading “Books? Great medicine!”