MS paresthesia: I’m buzzing. Literally.
Do not let the title fool you into thinking I'm over the moon about something and as such, buzzing of joy. Nope. This is buzzing on a medical scale with no forgiveness. So hang around and I will try to make sense of why anyone would literally feel like the Duracell bunny on steroids
MS: a life filled with paradoxes
Despite my urgency to find my footing in a world transformed by MS, I found myself in need of time and space to delve deeply within, to re-establish myself amidst an onslaught of new normals. Adapting to something so wildly unpredictable, the relentless cycle of adaptation was not only disheartening but also deeply confusing.
MS: Feeling seen doesn’t always mean feeling heard
On the day I was diagnosed, I almost immediately fell into denial. “Who? Me? MS? Sure, I thought it would be worse! Nah... Let’s have dinner!” The friend with me at the hospital understood I needed a calm space, best found over Italian food with friends who already knew my journey would need more than just a gentle landing. Denial is easy to slip into when everything around you falls apart and time and space haven't caught up yet."
Is Multiple Sclerosis its own worst enemy?
MS doesn’t concern itself with how long your bucket list is. It adds unexpected chapters to your story where you didn’t want any, and it’s up to us to fill these pages advocating for our own new normals, even when we feel ill-equipped.
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?
Winner Best Blog Post 2018 in the Ireland Blog Awards!
Like Roy Keane’s dog Triggs, I also ponder the undeniable finiteness of life and how best to get through it unscathed.
