After disastrous cooperative living, a premature decision to ĺ I’ve a life in an assisted living facility, in òne of the city’s oldest districts, I found where it is I want to grow to love this city–I suppose after a colourful development I wound up rolling in the right direction. Ánd wouldn’t you know it, along the way, I met this beautiful girl who is willing to push me around (I have said that it’s the only way to ťravel). I can say after some trial and error, that I’m done. I just want 4 find a little property that is a good fit for me.
So, bring it on Montreal. Let’s see what you got!
I am reaching out those who read #wakingseconds.com for assistance. The Annual MS Walk is fast approaching (May-25, 2014). And so, I am inclined to reach out using any and all media. #The21stCentury has enhanced the way in which we interact with one another…and we are at the very beginning! More opportunity across a somewhat levelled playing field. Give if you’re able to. The #MSwalk brings #families together. It allows for communities to interact with one another. So:
This is a post for evry boy who grows up helping people when they call you up and say “my computer is acting weird/being “slow”/my computer is broken… Many prefer to not update their systems. Let me tell you–this inaction will work to your detriment. It may just seen like a harmless update, but do not be fooled–ifyou follow the dots, its going to try selling you something. Please save any boy you know the problems which come with clicking this update. It is so very invasive and not to mention terribly frustrating to “clean”. Do yourselves a favor and simply close the browser window.
I wanted to throw some words into the ether. #myms has had this lifetime impact for me. I may only have been dx in April 17, 2007, but I am darn sure it’s been there for much longer.
I slid out with this somewhat unique genetic blueprint. I had ample warning–it’s in my family, after all. All things being equal, I had a backseat ride-along with my Fathers illness. I was able to learn a lot from him. And so it no as no surprise that i was dx’d.
I knew what multiple sclerosis is. I knew how it could impact someone. I knew some of the symptoms. I did a small amount of reading on it. So, when Dr. Patry said “looks love like MS”, I’m no neurologist, but there wad apsychol small bit of sadness upin Dr
Patry’s confirmation of what I already knew.
And so, the psychology behind my dx was more along the lines of vindication.
Thrr is surely a psychology behnd dx, another treatment, a separate one behind surgery…there’s a psychology behind all things…
So I was prepared. The caveat when you diagnosed is this: there isn’t any one person, be they mother or father, sister or brother , neurologist or nurse–they can’t really say what will work for you. Not to say that people will be unable help, but after having gone through it, medical professionals are there to act as”lighthouses” to help you navigate of your illness. I found what is tolerable to my system by looking at both the good and bad things. I just turned my tx into something that resonates with me (based on my development. Things that resonates with me kind of “see past” my stubborn nature. That’s my story. So I suppose the question is “what resonates with you?”
Play a tune: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVzvRsl4rEM&feature=youtube_gdata_player
I spent a solid 6 years trying desperately to put my gloves on. MS is a tricky illness. It was as if I was eternally attempting to figure out how my fingers needed to be positioned to get my gloves on. Now I get excited whenever Malissa tosses them on my lap…
I kept my sanity by making it into a game. I find this to be true of everything. I figure it’s as good a means as any to deal. My next big puzzle will be learning how to get my long-ass legs to once again-before Malissa and I flee Quebec for Alberta.
So, how you like me now?
I have a proposition for you, Mr. Stewart. As a Canadian who CHOSES to get his news from a mix of late night television and Google, well I would just bowl over with laughter at simultaneous guests in Justin Bieber and Rob Ford. We have an antiquated practice in Canada, known as CanCon ( http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Canadian_content). This is somewhat unnecessary and accomplishes little other than filling the airwaves with subpar music. There are some arguably good rhings about, policies such as this, but to me, its just another useless piece of red tape that is funded by everyone living in “Soviet Canuckustan”, as Mr. Pat Buchanan once put it.
I’m not any different than most others who watch your show, with the exception that I never graduated (or even attended University (just a Canadian doing my best to remain unassuming). But, somewhat remarkably, I got a job for a big American company. And I worked, sir, I worked (my tits off). I was livin’ the dream from 2003 (when I was hired) to 2007, when I was diagnosed with relapsing/remitting Multiple Sclerosis (RRMS).
And so it goes…but boy, would the crack smoking mayor and Justin Bierber ever crack me up as paired guests on The Daily Show!
All things even out, Mr. Stewart. Like most Canadians, I enjoy self-deprecating remarks, mostly because there is often unspoken ascent among Canadians about the hilarity that srems to follow us…
I trust that this message finds you well.
Just another fan
From Soviet Canuckistan,
I bought a carafe. This was sort of brought on by my need for cost-effectiveness. Look, fact is, I drink a lot of coffee. I kind of fill my 7-ounce mug anywhere between 4 or 5 times per day. K-Cups are great, but $0.60 / cup for coffee at home is ludicrous. Not wanting to kick my habit, I splurged on a carafe, the same as my grandma has had for certainly longer than I’ve been alive.
This is not recommended and is a sure substance abuse problem. No medical professional would be okay with this. But it had part in the wonderful parcel of remission that i was handed. #bestpresentever. I’ve been drinking coffee since age 14ish. I spent a vast amount of time during my development hanging around Dunkin’ Donuts, much to my Mother’s chagrin, mostly because I had little regard for things such as waking for school and all outward appearances stated that I preferred staying up late rather then, oh, I don’t know, sleep and do homework… So I can’t fault her for (anything) thinking that. Meanwhile, I was developing a tolerance to caffeine.
Yeah, that’s how I roll. What Dr. Lapierre had the same look of misunderstanding on his face as a quiet “that’s a lot” escaped from his lips”. . It took 30 years, but I can now say I like my coffee by the carafe.