Fatigue

Chronic pain: lower back, arms, neck, shoulder, headache

Numbness: right arm and hand, both legs

Cold hands (mostly rt hand)

Zingers, burning, pins, tingling: both arms, rt shoulder, rt hand, neck, rt leg

Weakness: rt leg, rt hand — difficulty grasping and holding onto objects, frequently dropping things

Whooshing sound inside my head or in my ears — usually when I first get up in the morning

Purple foot (rt side)

Optic neuritis currently resolving rt eye

Floaters in vision (mostly left eye)

Bladder (urgency, frequency, retention)

No dreams

Emotional lability

Loss of sense of taste/smell

Loss of interest in food

Insomnia

Clicking/popping/pain in neck (mostly rt side)

Motion sickness (severe)

Poor coordination

Frequent falls

Knee buckles (rt knee, what a shock)

Sensitivity to heat/humidity

Muscle spasms (mostly rt leg)

Some cog fog/memory problems

Tinnitus

Other things that might be related? Whiplash injury at age 16, TMJ, TOS

I’d gladly weigh more if it meant I could taste my food.

“Boy do I regret that Obama vote! Shoulda voted for RON PAUL! Then I’d still have my car and my “Stimulas” money!”

Where to begin? First of all, uninformed person, even if you had voted for Ron Paul, he still wouldn’t have won. Not even close. You can regret your vote all you want, of course. That’s your prerogative. In fact, I’ve felt a bit of annoyance at President Obama lately, as he continues to mealy-mouth about the fact that the House health care bill throws women’s health under the bus. I find it cowardly that he wants to pass some sort, any sort, of bill so badly that he’d go along with a plan that doesn’t care about the health and well-being of more than half our population (although I still would have voted for him, because if I had voted for, say, Ron Paul? He still wouldn’t have been elected).

Secondly, here’s how you spell that big Latin word: Stimulus. No ‘a’ in there anywhere. Now, maybe your word-processing program doesn’t have a spell-check? Or maybe it underlined “stimulas” in red but you thought, “Well, of course it doesn’t recognize that word!” But it does. This one does, Microsoft Word does, they all do. It makes it hard to take you seriously when you can’t spell the very thing you’re railing against. You hate the stimulus so much? Maybe before you should learn how to spell it, then. Because right now your rants make you look not-so-smart. I’m just saying. Another helpful tip: stimulus doesn’t need to be in quotes. It’s a for-real, actual word in English.

And finally, I understand from inference that you no longer have a car. But your message is on the back windshield of someone’s car. Whose is it? Could it be…Ron Paul’s?!??!!!!??!?

Ha! Wow, wasn’t that an awesome slice of life! I am so glad that I got to overhear a couple of dudez telling us what’s what about the chicks. That was AWESOME.

And this is why I laugh and laugh when people try to tell me there’s no sexism anymore. Suuure there isn’t. Uh huh.

Nothing, that’s what. If you truly cared about freedom, you’d be in favor of gay marriage. If you’re opposed to gay marriage, you’re a bigot and a fool. End of story. There is no explanation that you can give that explains your position, because your position is indefensible. As for Virginia’s new governor, maybe some folks who voted for him didn’t really understand his positions on the issues. Well, here’s one little tidbit: he doesn’t think women should work outside the home. Yeah, you heard me. The wimmenz should be taking care of the kiddies and darning socks and cooking dinner for the menfolk. No, I’m not kidding. This guy truly thinks this way. And a majority of Virginia voters elected him.

This is part of why I’m here. Our world doesn’t work the way it should. Sometimes I get sad and have nothing else I can do except express my anger, my disappointment, and my confusion. I truly don’t understand why some people have so much fear of others. Why? Maybe someday I’ll get an answer that makes sense, but I doubt it. The answer is ignorance, wrapped up in religious dogma. And that makes me want to cry. But instead of crying, I’m going to just say it: opposing gay marriage is ignorant hatred. Voting for conservatives is ignorant hatred. And I’m so, so tired of all the ignorant hatred. It’s never going to go away, and that makes me feel hopeless.

I reject that standard. We are all deserving of respect and care and love and esteem, no matter what our bodies look like or how they perform. Fat people are human beings. Disabled people are human beings. We are all human beings. That’s why feminism (which, when you get right down to it, is simply the belief that women are human beings) is so important to me, and why I do my best to be an ally wherever and whenever I can. I don’t accept the common, insidious cultural standards that label disabled/fat/trans/etc. people as Other. Rejecting the othering of oppressed groups is a paramount concern of mine, and it’s a huge part of the social justice movement. We ALL deserve to exist, without muttered comments or outright hostility about our wheelchairs or our canes or our bellies or our hairdos or our skin color or our companions or our tattoos.

My body doesn’t always do what I want it to. This is irksome, and takes some getting used to, but it doesn’t mean that I no longer exist. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. I exist, and so do you. We are all human beings.

• Dishes (of all kinds: cups, plates, bowls, you name it; we’re mostly a plastic dishware house now)
• Glass bottles (oh Pellegrino, it makes me so sad when I drop your glass bottles and they shatter into a million pieces)
• Things at the grocery store (apples seem to be especially tricksy — I drop them, they roll away, never to be seen again)
• Other miscellaneous whatever (newspapers, which flutter open so that their multiple pages are all separate. That’s awesome; toys, which make noises as if they’re shocked, shocked to be dropped on the floor; clothes, which is annoying when it’s a bra and I drop it into the bathroom sink and it gets all wet. Not that I’ve ever done that, ahem; cat food, which makes a delightful tuna fish smell that lingers all day; the list goes on and on)

And walking can be fraught with interesting challenges. So far, I am mostly mobile, and very happy that thus far, my MS hasn’t limited my walking. But I am wobbly, and my right knee buckles under me with some regularity. It’s fun to try to explain to people why you’ve fallen; I’ve mostly given up and if they think I’m drunk, well, them’s the breaks.

Do you fall? Drop things? Have you developed ways to accommodate your disability? Do you use a wheelchair? Or a cane? Do people treat you differently because of it? I want to hear all about it in the comments.

The first part of that equation doesn’t trouble me; if your faith helps you, have at it. It’s great that you’ve got a system that makes you feel better. It’s the second part that I find troubling. I saw this sentiment expressed a lot: “God only gives me what I can handle.” Or this one: “This illness is part of God’s plan for me.” That sentiment just doesn’t work for me. I find it creepy and troubling to think that there’s an omnipotent being out there who gave me this illness. Why would he do that? It’s rather assholish of him, isn’t it? I’m not willing to accept that this is the plan, sent down from on high with holy fingerprints all over it. It seems much more likely to me that genetics and bad luck are to blame for my chronic condition.

So that’s why I’m here. I’d like to talk about chronic illness with other people who won’t invoke the Celestial Overlord when discussing MS or other conditions. Pain has made me less patient than I used to be, and I just can’t handle any more talk about how Jesus will save me. Let’s talk about science, and treatments, and disability, and medications. These things are real, they are important, and they affect our well-being. Let’s talk reality.