Diss engaging yourself from feeling....(6 October 2022)

I found myself posing three questions today.....do you allow yourself time and space to grieve for what you have lost? Do you celebrate what you have now  and what you accomplish? Or do you, through self preservation, sit and scroll, meaning you shut yourself off from the highs and lows of life? 

I took my littlest and friend to school today on their scooters. I was on my scooter, with dog in tow. I felt so privileged to be able to do this. 

On the way back I remembered walking the same way, on the grass, wellies on, just me and the dog. Dog off lead, running, sticking close as always. That was 12 months ago. Now I roll on my mobility scooter, dog on lead, no choice but to stick close.

I'm so thankful I can. I'm so unbelievably sad for what I have lost.

I come home and scroll. I could tidy, I could do my photography, I could sort and organise many, many things. But I have no energy to pick things up and actively do anything. I dont want to engage with my feelings - I'd just cry. 

And so another milestone is fleetingly acknowledged, but no more. It hurts too much to be thankful, because it admits the loss. So I scroll.

Covid 1. Facts and Adjustments. (14 April 2022)

So I tested +ve for Covid 19 this week.

Massive mix of emotions. At first, I was not even bothered about my health, just concerned re spoiling the family holiday everyone has been looking forward to so much.  Then my sister in law (pregnant, and over 250miles away) also tested positive. We were meant to go away together.

So much relief I wasnt the one to stop and spoil everything. 

The medical wheels started turning as I was offered and accepted antivirals to help my body cope. I didn't know if I was doing the right thing to take them but after 12 hrs I was very glad I had. 

I had what I expected, horrid achy flu symptoms, but the fatigue was on another level. Sometimes I was unable to stand properly or walk. At points I felt I had no control over my legs, they were a dead weight.

This scared me. It was another level of disability that I had not prepared myself for yet. 

I have PPMS, my loss of ability is like a ball rolling down hill, sometimes faster, sometimes slower, but I generally can see what's ahead. This was like the ball had just dropped off a cliff without warning.

Today though, I woke and was able to turn and sit up in bed with my legs helping me somewhat. People told me things would improve. I think I will be using my wheelchair quite alot, just need to be kind to myself and adjust my thinking on what can be done.

MS is a life lesson in adjustments.  The way COVID has affected me is obviously just another thing I will need to adjust to. 

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How Lucky Do You Feel? (17 March 22)

I have PPMS. An incurable, progressive condition. I find it difficult to walk. I suffer fatigue and many other issues I wont bore you with. I had to give up a career I love due to my ill health.

It can drive me to tears. 

I was nearly in tears tonight walking out of tesco as I stumbled and tripped. But, I thought as I welled up, at least I have a trolley with food in. At least I have a home to go back to, that's warm.

I'm not in a war torn country, being forced to leave. I have my family and friends around me. 

So although I struggle, I will continue to struggle...because i am very lucky, in so many ways. 

Compromises. (March 22)

So, we moved in 18mths ago.

I looked around with a walking stick, no more.

Now I struggle with 2 sticks, and I'm definitely not lady-like on the stairs.

The other half wants to finish making the house ours. Correction, we both do.

But I have other priorities / concerns / considerations to think about at the same time.

We want the bathroom re-tiled... But soon (hopefully not too soon) I may need a chair or grab rails in the shower. I dont want the tiling done and then need stuff re doing because it's not suitable. But do I want a 'disabled' shower chair now? Not really!

I could get a bench seat fitted now but that is complete upheaval.

Have I got enough head space? 

Unsure.

There are grants available. But I'd have to get an occupatiional therapist to come over. They would definitely say a stair lift is needed, plus grab trails out front etc etc. None of this would go down well with those I live with...or me...but I'm resigned to the fact that these things will happen. Where as they can see me surviving now so, let's get on.

They don't see or understand the effort which goes into me 'coping'.

And so the compromise. We will get the bathroom tiled. Make sure its solid enough for rails when needed. Done. Leave the rails for another day. 

It's just the daily discussion that goes on in my head, every day  about everyday decisions.

Decisions for now and yet also for future needs which are inevitable.