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MS will NOT ruin my life.





Now THAT is the kind of message I want to hear.

Recently an individual made the odd decision to tell me all about her marital woes. In detail. With specific vivid description.

My first (and really, only question) is WHY do I need to know all of this? I am truly sorry for her plight, but I do not elect to take sides nor do I need to clutter my already foggy brain with such information. From all indications, this individual pretty much got herself in this mess and she is old enough to figure it all out on her own. We were never really  close and her situation is really none of my business.

Of course, this relative indifference has made for me a rather lonely life at times. I do not share my inner calamities, having (finally) learned that words are often misconstrued creating even more drama for the grape vine. Not my scene.

I used to have a good many friends: work pals, drinking chums, professional  amigos, club conspirators...

With my diagnosis, that changed. BIG TIME.

I have learned who my true comrades are. I am casting blame, mainly because I, too, am at fault. MS has changed my course of interests. Retirement has opened my eyes to a different life perspective. 

And I like it. I do not miss the commotion of my former life, even if I do often entertain images of Lisa's body and mind from years past. But, that was then. This is now. And now I live with  MS. 

I make a supreme effort to take my time these days. I do not over think things and if the issue does not concern my son, I do not give a second thought. Sound cold? No. It's called survival.

I have dealt with insurance issues all week. Since I am ending my first official month on Ampyra, I have seen a distinct improvement in how my body works. Today is (was?) to begin month two. 

Except that insurance really screwed up my persecution delivery and I will now be 12 hours behind on my next dose. I suppose that isn't too bad. As long as the script is delivered today. This concerns me. This provides ample reason for worry. And this is probably too much information for the casual acquaintance. Except that this is what we talk about here.  And this totally impacts my son because if Momma cannot preform son is not happy.

I do not need to delve into the details. If you have MS or are  close with some one who does, you can fill in the blanks. And if you want to discuss this further, leave me a message. We'll talk.

But I really do not need to hear the crazy details of your failed relationship(s). Unless they directly relate to the MonSter, they are of no concern of mine. Some things just need to remain unsaid.

In fact, why do I need to know the intimate details?

Once again, it is none of my business. 

I have MS. That pretty much fills up my day.

Just sayin'...

Have a great weekend!
Lisa
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