Oh, media, when will you ever learn? Stop calling it a cure!
Again, dear Media, you are one slick, quick fixer. You know what works: stories that touches people’s hearts and their emotions. You know it will definitely gather income. Good for you. A few short clicks to search, select all, enter, tag and publish. Job done. Imagine when clinical trials are over and done with already... And you didn’t look it up before hitting 'Publish'.
Do I have stupid written on my forehead?
Can you recall what life was like before this craziness started? Nope? Neither can I. There is a bit of mental derailing going on right now. Fatigue is back with a vengeance. I am so excellent in not sleeping well, that when I do, it’s a reason to organise a party, or rather, a pyjama gala. Sponsored by MS. And it’s undoubtedly impacting my thinking. No, seriously, having MS is not a simple task, job or status. It’s always there, in the background. Or in the limelight. In the shower. In bed.
