Multiple Sclerosis is a chronic disease that affects the brain, spinal cord, and optic nerves. The protective cover around nerves gets worn away, causing a disruption in the electrical impulses. In other words, some nerves have shorted out.
This blog is my way of trying to reconnect the frayed wires of my life.
This is a reprint of a post from last December. Please read all the way to the end before posting a comment telling me not to be sad; the punch line explains the title. Happy and healthy holidays to everyone! ------------
Christmastime. So full of merriment.Parties with lots of people, houses dripping with decorations, wrapped
presents under trees and in stockings.Gatherings,
caroling, late nights.What’s not to
me tell you…
involves activities that I find exhausting, like shopping for presents. When I
simply go grocery shopping, I have to put my list in order by aisle to conserve
my energy. God forbid if the store moves
any products around or if labels change (“same product, different look”), then I'll be so worn
out that I can do nothing else the rest of the day. So you won’t find me wandering around a shopping
mall unless I’m already at the mall and forgot why I’m there. I get confused
and cranky and invent creative cuss words. Then my head pops off.
decorating the house. Decorating usually
involves some degree of rearranging furniture which then requires cleaning or
at least dusting. Oh, and what goes up,
must come down in January. Where’s the
fun in that? Decorating just turns me into a mercurial super-villain, the likes
of which would intimidate Godzilla.
talk parties. I love my friends, but not
all at once. All the noise and
stimulation, no matter how much fun, produces an unpleasant physical reaction
that sort of feels like porcupines running up and down my body, and bones
turning to rubber. Then I turn into the
So at this
time of year, I have some choices. I can
go to the parties and be around lots of people and then feel like I’ve been blindsided
by a sumo wrestler. I can decorate the
house and then implode. I can shop for
presents and then have my body turn to rubber.
I can do these things and turn into a monster from fighting exhaustion
and collapse in tears of self-pity. Or I
can limit my holiday activities and feel left out of all the fun, which makes
me a little sad.
So I have
to choose between turning into a fatigue-induced monster or being a little sad
from missing out.