Do you remember that classic children's story about Alexander and his terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day?
That was my Wednesday.
It all began with my computer crashing, forcing me to contact Window support for a two hour phone call marathon. I had to make a judgement call on skipping my exercise class in order to deal with said computer. So, I opted for a little at home yoga and stretching between phone calls.
All hunky-dory and ready for my shower, I was aware of strange little electric brain sensations. Those strange sensations followed me to the shower and practically forced me to my knees. That was semi-okay until I realized that the right side of my body was taking the day off, making my slippery exit from the tub rather challenging. I wanted to laugh because laughter always makes me feel better.
This was no laughing matter, though.
So I cried instead. I cried while I struggled to towel dry. I cried while fighting to get both feet/lets into my undies and jeans. I cried when the comb stuck in my wet hair, so I just let it hang there. I cried when my cat pranced to my side in an act of what I hoped was concern and not narcissistic need.
I cried when I could not make my fingers work the TV remote. I cried myself into a restless nap on the couch which is where my son found me hours later.
I cried some more upon realizing that I could NOT even the bread for a cheap supper of grilled cheese; and I cried when I scuttled off to my room to hide my tears and assure the fellows that I was not hungry. A few crackers for me would suffice.
The crying didn't stop until I readied for a little pre-sleep reading. Thanks to author friend, Danielle DeVor for supplying me with enough exorcism imagery to caste out further thoughts of MS exacerbation. I didn't cry again until this morning when I elected to use the express check out at Walmart and promptly began dropping food items on the floor. Shopping before 7AM has its advantages. there weren't too my witnesses to my situation. I was just another early morning Walmart photo op.
Things are looking up, though. After cancelling my Mom/
Daughter afternoon and ditching yoga class, I plan to take things slow in hopes that this, too, will pass before the weekend rolls around. My son has BIG things to do this weekend and he doesn't need to worry about his mother getting arrested for public intoxication without benefit of a heightened alcohol level.
At this time, I am left with traces of what I experienced yesterday, but I am determined to overcome it. Of course this leads to me to question what could possibly have triggered this relapse. There has been no undue stress in my life. The temps are cool and pleasant. I am getting an adequate amount of sleep.
I DO have a distinct tightness in my chest that makes me believe that there is a chest cold waiting to break open. (Sorry about the graphic wordage.)
Because I am totally at odds with my fine motor skills today, I find it impossible to indulge in plagiarist behavior, so you need to click on the following link for follow up FACTUAL information on the immune system and MS. there is also a nifty visual to go along with the article.
For now, this Warrior is signing off to go sulk for a while. I earned it.
- See more at: http://www.healthline.com/health/multiple-sclerosis/effects-on-the-body#sthash.JCuVU8XS.dpuf