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Friends And Enemies

“Pogo”, by Walt Kelly, 1971.

One of the worst mistakes you can make if you have MS, (so, of course, I make it a lot), is to compare your MS to someone else’s. Everybody’s experience is so different that sometimes I wonder if it’s even the same disease. Yes, I used “experience” deliberately, because I don’t just mean symptoms, or ability. I’m including how you’re perceived, treated, talked to, and so on.

I have an aggressive form of progressive multiple sclerosis, so it’s kind of hard to ever refer to myself as “fortunate”. In many ways, though, I suppose I am……….(far too lazy to search a thesaurus for an alternative word apparently)….so…..not unfortunate?

I don’t have an invisible illness, well not anymore and if I did, it wasn’t for long, because my time between a barely noticeable limp and a wheelchair was pretty short. It is very obvious that something is wrong with me, so I don’t get questioned for using a handicapped parking space, etc. Besides the handicapped placard, I have disabled veteran license plates, so usually, the only thing I find myself explaining is that I am not wounded, I just have a disabling disease.

I don’t really deal with questioning looks, or second guesses either; not the way other people with MS do and not from people that matter. That sounded harsh, but you know what I mean, right? Strangers may occasionaly look at me and wonder if I gave up too easily, or am not trying hard enough, but because of my background in Special Forces and the Rangers, family, friends, or aquaintances assume that I’m giving it my all. For the record, they’d be wrong sometimes, but still, they normally give me the benefit of the doubt. Really, the only person who second guesses me, or acts like I’m an inconvenience…….is…..me. I am my own worst enemy.

This past holiday season really drove the point home. At two Thanksgiving gatherings, family stepped in and made it possible for me to enter their homes in my wheelchair and be included. Later, right before Christmas, with the help of several friends, I got to go to a party that I seriously considered not going to because I was afraid of being a burden.

Am I a burden? In the sense that extra things had to be done to accomodate my disability…..yes, I suppose I am, but I’m starting to realize that I’m the only one who is afraid of being a burden, or inconvenience. At this point, anyone who didn’t want to be around me is long gone and I need to stop reflexively apologizing and show genuine gratitude for the people who want my company enough to go the extra mile to have it.

I don’t like being disabled by multiple sclerosis, but I am. I don’t like being treated like I’m disabled either. Maybe it’s just semantics, but my friends and family don’t. They somehow, accomodate my disabilities while treating me like……me. Or, to put it another way, they treat me like a loved one with a disability, but not like a disabled person. Hmm, I suppose I am fortunate after all.

I’m the one who treats me like I’m disabled and for some reason, the hardest one to convince to stop doing so.

I have met the enemy and he is me.

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Walking Dreams

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Multiple sclerosis is not very conducive to a good night’s sleep. Spacticity was my biggest problem until the baclofen pump relaxed my spasms, rigid muscles, and hyper-reflexivity. I was essentially a limp dishrag immediately after the pump implant, but the relief from spacticity and actually being able to sleep through the night was so amazing that even if I’d never improved after, (I did), it still would be worth it. 

I don’t mean to imply that spacticity was the only obstacle, just the biggest. I still have an MS bladder that defies even the best planning and occasionally, whatever the opposite of fatigue is, wakes me up at odd hours and keeps me awake.If MS could just be a little more considerate and schedule fatigue during evening hours only, that would be great. It is, however, anything but considerate and accommodating.  

There are a lot of perks of being able to sleep soundly again but the one I want to talk about today is dreaming. I dreamed when spacticity was at its worst, but very inconsistently and I rarely had a complete, undisturbed dream, or could remember my dreams in any sort of detail. Usually, when I dream now, (or pre-MS), I’m aware that I’m dreaming, but I can’t direct the action or otherwise control it………..so lucid? Not lucid? Lucid…ish? Meh, it doesn’t really matter. What does matter (to me, anyway) is that I sometimes dream about myself with MS. Do you?

Most of my dreams are of the…..normal(?) variety. Being late for school (even though I haven’t been to school in decades), being unprepared for a test, or a recurring dream of having an apartment in another city with important things in it that I’ve forgotten to pay the rent on, etc, etc. Like I said, most of the time I’m aware I’m dreaming but it’s like I’m watching it as a member of the audience, shouting out advice, or insisting that the main character would never do that, or let that happen. 

My multiple sclerosis dreams seem to come in three flavors. Sometimes I’m surprised by my disability, (what I was once). I’ll be behaving normally in the dream, walking, running, that sort of pre-MS stuff, when I’m somehow reminded that I shouldn’t be able to do that (maybe I hear myself shouting from the audience) and like Cinderella at the ball, I struggle back to my wheelchair before the clock strikes midnight. It’s a little odd that my wheelchair is even there in a walking dream, but such is the nature of my, “Surprise!!, you’re crippled.” dreams.

Sometimes I dream about myself having MS and being aware that I have it, (what I am now). I dream about myself in a wheelchair, being fatigued, or dealing with uncooperative limbs. I even dreamed recently about being in a small fishing boat in my wheelchair and yelling from the audience, “What a load of crap. How did you even get the chair on that boat? Is it even strapped down? Just wake up! This is completely unrealistic!”.

Occasionally, I dream of getting better, (what I want to happen). One dream that sticks in my mind is of me walking on a trail in the woods using two trekking poles. In the dream, I’m aware that I have MS, but am recovering somehow, (the dream is a little vague about the “how” part). I stumble on the trail and run a few steps to keep from falling and then keep running slowly and awkwardly, laughing almost hysterically at the return of an ability that had once been taken for granted. 

I know they’re just dreams and I treat them as such. Walking, much less running, may never be in the cards for me. As long as they keep it reasonably realistic most of the time, I’m ok with my dreams hoping for the future too. I mean, it’s my unspoken, subconscious hope after all, right?

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The MS Pirate

In last week’s post, I talked about a new magazine being a fresh reminder of my disability and how it was something of a minor reset of the grief cycle. Fortunately it was pretty minor and I recovered quickly. My recovery probably had very little to do with my own sense of mental fortitude and more to do with a mind occupying family trip to Legoland Florida and Disney World. It was fall break for the kids and after a character building, 8 hour, family road trip, we arrived at the Legoland hotel/resort. Since I might have been a little over dramatic about the magazine thing and because God has a sense of humor, this is what was waiting for me in the pirate ship display outside the hotel.

 That nearly life-size buccaneer fosters a sense of inclusivity and reassures visitors with all sorts of disabilities as to the accessibility of both park and hotel, but after 2 days of rolling around and transferring on and off rides, I decided that he is a multiple sclerosis icon. The wheelchair for his mobility issues is obvious, so I won’t dwell on it, but follow my head to toe review of the MS pirate and see if you agree with my assessment.

First, he has his trusty hat because a little shade goes a long way in the battle against heat. It also helps shield light sensitive eyes and when hands are too clumsy and uncooperative for any proper brushing and styling of your hair, hiding it under a hat is the next best thing.

Next, he’s opted for an eye patch to deal with double vision rather than the close one eye method. “Yarrrr, I’m not winkin’ at ye. I’m just makin’ sure ya ain’t twins”. 

Keeping one eye tightly closed can pull your mouth into the classic MS snarl….or sneer, but since he’s probably got his eye open under the patch, his snarl is either due to a facial muscle spasm, or some good old MS attitude.

He’s unshaven because some days MS and a razor just don’t mix. You can have a little scruff, or you can look like you lost a fight with a wildcat, your choice. That goes for whatever body part you shave. The MS pirate might have had stubbly legs, but I didn’t check because I respect his privacy.

Moving on, he’s wearing a gait belt over his clothes. We found this to be almost indispensable for transfers in the park and when we weren’t using it to help move me on and off rides, we secured it around my legs to keep them together when fatigue and baclofen caused me to do the MS spread.

Speaking of clothes, his are scrunched up because sitting and shifting in a wheelchair for several hours does that. We can’t see it, but I bet there’s a bare patch of lower back/butt showing where he’s either shifted down and hiked up his shirt, or scooted back and moved his pants down. 

One of his hands is curled by spacticity into a semi useful hook while the other, more capable one is wielding an item not intended for it, as a reacher, back scratcher, shoe horn, etc. The proper tool is elsewhere because it’s a wheelchair, not a Swiss army knife and while necessity may be the mother of invention, disability is its irresponsible uncle.

Finally, even though they’re not my thing, his knee high boots are practical slip ons so he doesn’t use a quarter of the day’s energy trying to put on real footwear. I’ll bet there’s knee high compression socks under them too. Those, unfortunately, are my thing.

Here’s my theme park ensemble. 

In hindsight, it is October so I could have gotten away with dressing like a pirate. I think he might have a better sense of MS fashion than I do anyway.