I know it has been a couple weeks since I posted to this blog. I am sorry to anyone who may have repeatedly sought an update but found none. Ironically, the changes in my condition can vary by the hour, but usually each day is about the same as the previous one. I feel lucky that the past few months have been somewhat stable. It makes for good living but uninteresting blogging.
Over the past couple weeks I do have to admit that my walking has worsened. Not crazy worse, nothing dramatic, please don’t be alarmed but I think it is more noticeable. I walk gingerly. I have not been doing my "distance walking." I am unsure if this is a cause or a result of this latest swoon.
Another word I would use to describe a lot of things I do is “deliberate.” Example: You know how when you get into your car, you sit down in the car and swing your feet in almost simultaneously? Or you step in as you’re sitting down? I noticed that I split up things like that. Sit. Swing. It isn’t a problem, it is just deliberate.
Also, the “exertion fatigue” seems to be way worse. It is maddening. For example, last night I heated some soup for Erika and then had to lie down for a few minutes. C’mon – soup heating? It isn’t that strenuous. We even have an electric can opener! To be fair, I did trudge up the stairs to ask her about the potential meal, but still!
I don’t get that whipped every time I do anything, but I can’t really see it coming. (This is not some elaborate scheme to evade Thanksgiving dishes at Mom and Dad’s.)
Man, I can be such a downer. I'm just trying to be honest, knowing that readers care and that I will be with a lot of family within a couple of weeks. I'm trying to pre-empt comments like "Dude, you're deliberate."
Actually I don't care if anyone calls me names. What am I going to say? "Mommmm! Roger called me Deliberate!" She would just say, "Deliberate-Schmeliberate."
Rest assured that I don't need anything; I know I already have your sympathy. I'm not "sick" as much as "broken." Well, slowly breaking, I guess. For now. But I am not unhappy.
4 comments:
My laughing throughout this post reminds me how excited I am to see and visit with you.
wish i was gonna be there with you and your deliberate self! don't forget to deliberately eat a second piece of pie!
David--it's your cousin Debbie, surprise! I visited your blog accessing it through Joanna's blog and I just felt impressed to let you know how much I enjoy your writing. It is so entertaining and just so wonderful to read. You have quite a talent. I hope you keep it up. I was so sorry to hear about your diagnosis. It is refreshing to hear about your honesty in the things you are experiencing with the MS. I am sure through this blog you are helping many going through the same thing. It was so great to see your parents and Cindy and Shauna at Aunt Lee's funeral last month. Sad occasion, but so nice to see family I haven't seen in a while. I enjoy peeking in at your family's blogs. It's the only way I know what's going on in my extended family's lives. Maybe one day I will get a blogspot of my own, but for now I am living happily in Alpine, Utah, the 4 kiddos are almost all grown, the youngest being 16 and so I am almost entering into the next phase of life, of being an empty-nester and a grandmother (but not quite either YET). Just trying to age gracefully. Anyhoo--just wanted to thank you for your writing and to let you know I think of you and your family a lot. I just love that Hixon family and would love to see everyone again. Don't know what it would take to get such a large family together, but how wonderful that would be! Take care!
Hi Debbie. What a pleasant surprise to hear from you. Feel free to drop by any time. I have enjoyed my renewed on-line acquaintances with your little sisters. It would be fun to tighten all the links between the all the cousins. I feel like I'm not too far behind you with the faily sitch. Although my oldest in only almost 18, my youngest hits double-digits in a few weeks and I'm sure the time will fly by. Say hello to Scott for me.
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