2015: Year of the Pen
We’re a few days into the New Year already, and I’m looking forward to sitting down in Starbucks Ireland once again. Parker pen, a large latte and carrot cake to take me through the thoughts in my mind while a new notebook waits for thoughts that sound like words; with emotions that sound like sentences or paragraphs. Life’s the story; my family, friends & MS gang, my inspiration. This year will mark my fourth year of blogging, although mentally blog ‘posts’ are now called ‘articles’ and blogging turned into ‘writing’. No, it’s not a matter of being arrogant, being a social climber, or being above ‘mere’ blogging. Writing simply became a lot more than blogging. Writing became a lifestyle.
The social swing of life
"It’s easy for relationships to become frayed because people interpret your life from their own 2-D perspective on a laptop, smartphone or tablet, and not from shared, interpersonal communication or experiences. Perhaps active listening has become unintentional hearing. Feeling compassion every so often turns to judging."
A powerful letter to my MS
"I thought you were just another Monday morning case when you walked in," my consultant said, followed by lots of apologies and the promise that I would be very well taken care of."
In the arms of Morpheus
Ah Dublin, where everything is fancy and fair, where the sun can wipe out the feel of cool grey stones of its houses and where things just get better by hearing the sound of a jig or reel. Not so this morning. Fancy and fair… only if you would let me stay under my duvet. Grey… yes, so much so I thought the city had turned into 50 shades of it. Sound of a jig or reel… urgh please no, major migraine in progress. The sound of an alarm going off just when Brad Pi… oh no it wasn’t him, it was yer one of Shrek. Yes, the green one… Shrek himself… taking a bubble bath… Naked… Doing a hula-dance to dry himself off… Héééééélp!!! Alarm clock… who invented you,…
Do mobile phones cause multiple sclerosis symptoms or other brain damage?
Twenty years ago, SMS messaging was used for the first time on 3 December 1992, when Neil Papworth, a 22-year-old test engineer for Sema Group in the UK used a personal computer to send the text message, a “Merry Christmas” wish, via the Vodafone network to the phone of Richard Jarvis. Colloquially called a text message in Ireland, written communication finally turned into an adult. And because this is a hot news story today, I am once again on a mission to seek answers regarding an excruciating multiple sclerosis symptom when using a mobile phone.
