Category Archives: MS Relationships

Holiday Heart Madness

A post Valentine MS post

I’m not against Valentine’s Day.  Truly, I’m not. Let the sappy saps in love or in intense-like-flirting have their sappy day.

Plus, Valentine’s Day ushers in one of my favorite holidays, half off lots of chocolate candy day, which I totally celebrate.  Where was I on 2/15?  In the clearance candy aisle of my grocery store of course!

But this year, Valentine’s Day led to my speculating about dating, Steve Harvey and multiple sclerosis.

No, no, no!  Don’t panic!  Steve Harvey has not been diagnosed with MS, at least not to my knowledge. I certainly don’t want to start any celebrity medical rumors.

But on one of my blah days you might find me watching his daytime show.

(Crucial Disclaimer- I’m talking about a regular blah day as opposed to a Super Blah day where my brain is not in any condition to watch anything.  For the official, technical, medical distinction, please check out one of my former posts titled Super Blah.)

When I watch Steve Harvey I get concerned about my stubbornly single status.  My buddy Steve is all about helping women find the perfect man and turning regular men into perfect men.  His well intentioned goal is to pair us all up.  But I don’t want to be paired up!  Right now, I’m not searching for the perfect man.

(In truth, I’m not so eager to find a not-so-perfect man either.)

I try to heed all the warnings about not allowing MS to turn me into a social outcast but being social can be exhausting!   Add in love and sex and emotions and it’s enough to make me want to hide in my blanket fort with a good book and an even better bottle of wine.

Is that wrong?

I have some awesome writing friends who have MS, met at an MS event, fell madly in love and are now happily married.  And I’m super happy for them.  I don’t think it would be appropriate to name them, Jennifer and Dan Digmann, but I think their love story is amazing.  Exhausting, but amazing.

Personally, I can’t even imagine dating with MS.

“Hi Yvonne, would you like to join me for dinner and a movie?” a potential suitor might ask.

“Uggghhhh…. Can we skip the movie?  My bladder makes me miss most of it anyway.  And can we do lunch instead?  I’m usually a cognitive mess by 6.”

And what’s the latest rule on Going Dutch?

Me- “If we’re Going Dutch can we go to McDonalds?  MS keeps me on a tight budget.”

Potential Suitor- “Well, if we’re keeping it low key, how bout pizza?”

Me- “Uggghhhh, ok.  But be warned, with my MS shakes and my regular clumsiness combined with my MS clumsiness I’ll probably wind up wearing a slice or two.”

(Ok, so my blogs are tongue in cheek which means I may exaggerate slightly.  It’s unlikely I would actually wind up wearing a slice or two.  But I would definitely get sauce on me somewhere.  And cheese.  I just don’t leave a pizza joint without cheese on me in several places, chin, shirt, sleeve…..)

Perhaps you may think I think too much and that I’m totally exaggerating- of course I am, I just told you that.

And you may be right.

And it’s not like I’ve always been this way.  I’ve had some super fabulous relationships. And I’ve had some super not so fabulous breakups.  I’m just not sure I have the energy to go through that again.

I find comfort in the words of the great Katherine Hepburn.

“Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should just live next door and visit now and then.”  Katherine Hepburn

But then again, Katherine still had a busy social life.

I do try to keep social with my friends as much as I can.   And I in no way begrudge those with MS who are searching for fun and for a mate. I’m just not one of them right now and I’m stressing myself wondering if that’s ok.

I don’t think Steve Harvey thinks it is.

Maybe, just maybe, if it’s meant to be, a great date will just magically appear and I’ll have a magically better willingness to appreciate it.   But is it so bad to be so consumed with so not searching for that great date?

What do my single MS friends think about that?

Note 1- I actually did have a Valentine.  This little cutie is a Valentine baby who turned six this year and who is my lovey dove all year long!  Happy Birthday DJG2!

Note 2- To learn more about Dan and Jennifer Digmann and their very cool love story check out their website here Dan and Jennifer Digmann

Note 3- I believe the best thing for me right now is to watch Steve on Family Feud instead of his talk show.  Families and feuds I definitely appreciate!

PS  March is National MS Awareness Month! Want to get some awareness tied in with some giggles too?  Celebrate the month by giving the gift of MS Madness! Available on Amazon and BarnesandNoble.com  A portion of the proceeds from the sale of each book is donated to non-profit agencies helping those with multiple sclerosis and other chronic illnesses.

PPS- Happy Black History Month!

PPPS-Happy President’s Day!

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The Not So Golden, Slightly Tarnished Girls

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The story starts like this.  Three besties gather at the home of a fourth to help her celebrate her birthday.  The friends are the serious Gidget, the shy Amber, and the wild child Traci.

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The birthday girl was thrilled because her little brother called to wish her a happy 26th birthday,

The girl thought she was actually much older but since her brother is smarter than her and doesn’t have her MS related cognitive difficulties, she decided he must be right.  So there she was with her friends, celebrating a birthday that happened to fall on a weekend.

Ok, this third person writing is confusing me and since it doesn’t take much to really confuse me, I will just tell you that I am the birthday girl I am talking about.  And yes, according to my brother, I turned 26.

I don’t usually make such a big deal out of my birthday but since it fell on a Saturday, I felt I needed to do something to celebrate.  Watching marathon reruns of the original Law and Order episodes didn’t seem to cut it.ID-100256550Luckily, some of my friends happened to be available.

If I’m only 26, how can it be that I got lightheaded after drinking one glass of wine? What’s wrong with me?  It took me an entire five minutes to sip that glass- I shouldn’t have been lightheaded that quickly!

Things went pleasantly downhill from there.

We spent the first part of the evening recalling the times when we were younger, cuter, smarter, dumber and way less tired.

Yes I do know that smarter and dumber mean opposite things and so putting them together in this previous sentence doesn’t make any sense.  Allow me to explain it this way-back in time my friends and I were smart enough to figure out how to do the dumb stuff we did and even smarter at knowing how to get away with it.ID-100315351

Sharing stories reminded me of Bruce Springsteen’s hit, Glory Days.  Especially the line that says, “I hope when I get older I don’t sit around thinking about them, but I probably will” and the other line that says, “she says when she feels like crying she starts laughing thinking about Glory Days.”

Personally, I think it is ok to reminisce in this way, especially for my friends and me.   With my multiple sclerosis brain, who knows how long I’m going to have these memories.  As for my friends, cognitively speaking they are fine.

BUT, they ARE old.  Who knows how much longer they will remember these stories themselves.  I could write them down but that just seems exhausting.

As we cherished how much we used to love to go out, we talked about how glad we were that we weren’t actually going out.  The crowds, the drunks, the foolishness, it was all just too much.  It was then that we decided to get drunk and foolish.

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Problem 1 occurred when Traci and I couldn’t read the game sheets.  Amber and Gidget have always worn glasses and even though Gidget was fretting about her ophthalmologist’s suggestion that she get bifocals, she and Amber could see fine.

But I had to pull out my cheaters and I was not happy about it.  Since poor Traci had refused to progress to cheaters, she could not see a thing either.  I found the lighted magnifying glass that I insisted was all I needed to read before I broke down and bought the cheaters and gave it to Traci.

With all of us ready with our assisted vision devices, we then encountered problem 2.  We tried to set the game timer only to discover that it was broken.  This was unacceptable on my birthday and so I did the practical thing and banged it several times against my kitchen table.ID-100166384

When that didn’t work, Gidget downloaded a timer on her phone and we began to play.  Thing was, we couldn’t remember how long we were supposed to set the timer for and so with each round we played, we gave ourselves more time.  By the end of the game I think we were giving ourselves 20 minutes for each round; not that all that extra time helped us any.

We had some classic game moments when we had to find answers beginning with the letter G. Traci came up with Things You Replace-Guys.

Imagine my shock when the normally reserved Gidget answered the part of the body question with a female part that rhymes with C-dot (she had to be channeling Traci to come up with that one,) and my horror when Amber (as big a Rolling Stones fan as I am) couldn’t come up with Gimmie Shelter on song titles, even as I hummed it.

Plus, I think it was playing on the stereo at the time!

What’s happened to us??

Wine, giggles and munchies ensued and as we got even tipsier we moved onto Traci’s favorite game, the hilarious, R/Xrated, adults only, not for the faint of heart Cards Against Humanity.

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So what if we weren’t out on the town dancing in our highest heels?

(I don’t think I managed heels even in my best “no balance worries” days.)

And so what if Traci and Amber had kids they had to get up and feed first thing the next morning?

And so what if Gidget had to get ready for a crazy work week and her hangover wasn’t going to help her any?

And so what if this birthday fun lead to me falling into a two day attack of the zombie/super blah mode of multiple sclerosis, starting the very next morning?

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This thought leads me to another lyric of another song that I chose to adapt for the situation-

It’s my party and I’ll laugh if I want to,

Laugh if I want to

You should laugh too when the tears won’t do

Do, do, do, do, do!

My friends wouldn’t dare take a picture of me feasting on my birthday sweets but if you need an actual image, it looked something like this-

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Poor Gidget got stuck taking the pictures but here is one of some of our birthday fun.  Guess which one is the friend known as Traci..

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Not Just About the Cupcakes

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There’s a new hero in my MS world.

He gets me.

And he gets away with saying things I want to say.

I learned a long time ago that heroes don’t always come with a cape. And sometimes they may even be con artists.

Life is too short and so if you find a hero, treasure him.

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Or her.

Speaking of short, my new hero is very short.  His name is Mateo and he is three years old.  He’s the “‘Linda listen’ cupcake kid.”

If you don’t know what I’m talking about and have access to YouTube do yourself a favor and do a YouTube search with the words “Linda, listen.”   You will find an awesome video of Mateo pleading his innocence to a judge, his mom.

The Crime- Mateo is accused of conning his grandmother into letting him have cupcakes specifically after his mother told him he was not allowed to have cupcakes.

The Defense-Mateo is pleading not guilty as since the alleged crime took place in his grandmother’s house, his mother’s law does not have jurisdiction.

The Sentence- If convicted, Mateo will face a pow pow on his butt.

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Some of you are probably parents who will insist that children should not argue with their parents or that a pow pow on the butt is not a proper punishment.   I’m not a parent so I’m not going to weigh in on those issues.  I will point out however, that when one of my nephews misbehaves a “simple time” out usually works pretty well.

Oh who am I kidding? My nephews are perfect.  They never misbehave.

These issues aside, Mateo is probably one of the best lawyers I have ever met and I used to work with a ton of them.  Really, Harvard should give him a teaching job.

And while I have on several occasions been guilty of eating cupcakes I knew I wasn’t supposed to, that is not why Mateo is my hero. He is my hero because he says outright, loud and clear, over and over, “LISTEN TO ME!”

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Haven’t you ever wanted to say that to those around you?  For me, it’s happening more and more, the longer I live with MS in my life.  And I’m not talking about the naysayers in the world, those that judge you and it doesn’t really matter if they listen to you or not: their ears will never hear you no matter what you say.

No, I’m talking about the people closest to us, those who really want to help.

And I love them- I truly and deeply do.  Mateo clearly loves his mother.  You can tell as even though he is calling her ‘Linda,” he also calls her “honey.”  I believe he does this so she knows his frustration has no bearing on how much he loves her.

But despite that love, he wants, no he needs, to be heard!

Likely you know what I am talking about.

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From an MS standpoint, one example may look something like this; someone asks you how you are feeling and you tell them.   And then they ask why you feel that way.  When you can’t tell them why they come up with non-MS reasons likely, to try to make you feel better about having MS.

But it doesn’t help to hear, “you do too much, you don’t do enough, you sleep too much, you don’t sleep enough, you need to rest more, you need to get out more, you need to fight more, you need to give in some…..”

It doesn’t help because we already know all this!!!!  We are constantly, daily, hourly, minutely (I don’t care if that’s not a real word- it should be,) trying to balance all this out ourselves.  And we have told you this a million times before.

“Linda, honey, listen to me!”

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Then there are the times you describe your symptoms and someone replies, “oh, don’t feel bad.  I do that all the time. If that’s MS then I’ve got it too, haha.”  Not that helpful.  Especially since what you just described is nothing like what I’ve described and I’ve described doing it constantly-daily, hourly, minutely (I really like this word.)

Then there’s “please let me know what I can do to help” and you think “awesome, great, fabulous.”  And when you say what would be helpful, say for example, A. B, C, or D,  you likely get B squared or E, F, and G in return,  And it’s really a bummer if G requires you to do  H, I , J and K just to make G work out for you.

Again, I and all the MS folks I know are super duper grateful for offers to help.   We just honestly appreciate help that looks like A, B, C and D.   As Mateo says, “you’re not listening to me!!”

Finally there’s us wanting to help someone else.  Our life has changed drastically with MS and while the changes may not be what we hoped, we still have lots and lots to offer.  So please, please, please believe us when we say “I can help by doing A, B, or C.  Will that help?  If so, I would be happy to do it.”

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But too often the person who needs the help responds “oh no, A, B, and C are way too much for you.  I will ask someone else to do that.   If you could just do D, that would be great.  D will be much easier on you.”  Despite after you have already explained why D would actually be too much for you.

At no time do I ever want to seem ungrateful.  That is why Mateo is my hero.   He makes his case in his adorable way and his mom hears him and is not offended.

It probably helps that Mateo is super cute, though technically that should not be relevant.  I just can’t help myself from admiring Mateo’s outright plea. Knowing that I would never be seen as cute if I was to boldly state “Listen to me,” I can feel better channeling my inner Mateo when necessary.

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But this isn’t the only reason why Mateo is my hero.  He’s also my hero because his argument got him on Ellen!

I’ve been trying to get on Ellen for years now and Mateo raised an argument and got on Ellen.

Just like that!

All he had to do was smile and give her a hug.  I could do that.  I may not be as cute as Mateo but I could flash a big smile and give Ellen a hug.

And if all that weren’t enough, Ellen gave Mateo his own private super hero tower of cupcakes!

And so, I’ll say it again.

“Listen, listen Mateo, honey, you’re my hero!”

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Happy Mother’s Day to my own Mom and to all the Moms out there…..

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Too Many Steves

Multiple Sclerosis in the dating world

 

*****The names of the males in this blog post have been changed in order to protect my reputation****

I was talking to friends about the need to change some names while editing my book. I told them that one of the names I had to change was that of my most recent boyfriend, who was also one of the two loves of my life.

(Is it ok to have two loves of your life, maybe three? Especially if one was your very first love way back in high school and into your early twenties. There is that love of my life and the most recent guy and “one who got away” guy. That’s all. Just those three with some problem guys, no way guys, and “what on Earth was I thinking” guys in between.)

 

Anyway, let’s call this guy, the recent one, John. Since I haven’t talked to John in a while and so could not get his permission to use his real name in my book, I had to change it. I changed it to Steve, thinking Steve was a good name. I told my friends that I came up with the name Steve as I had always had a little crush on a guy named Steve Smith.

“But isn’t it weird to give John the same name of a guy you dated?” Serena asked.

“I didn’t date Steve Smith,” I replied. “I just had a crush on him.”

“No, not Steve Smith. But you dated Steve Jones. Remember Steve Jones???”

Serena was right. Not only had I dated Steve Jones but I had actually lived with him for a bit. My MS brain completely forgot about a total relationship. It wasn’t a terrible relationship either. It was actually a fun time in my life. How could I have forgotten all about Steve Jones?

 

This was very concerning. Memory loss with multiple sclerosis is very common. But forgetting an entire relationship was on a whole other level. MS has contributed to making my dating life pretty much non-existent. If it starts erasing memories of the social life I used to have, then what will I do???

Being single is one thing, but having always been single, especially if you weren’t? That is just way too much.

People ask why MS has affected my dating life. The simple answer is the fatigue. No matter what people say, dating takes work and work is exhausting. And since I am already pretty fatigued all the time, I feel like a zombie.

 

I’m not picky but I am not sure that it would be good idea to date someone who wants to date a zombie.

Who do zombies date anyway? Not vampires. Zombies don’t have much blood and what little blood they do have is filled with interferon and other meds. Not a good match for a vampire.

A werewolf? Do zombies date werewolves? That seems pretty hairy to me.

 

On and on the thinking goes and just like that, I am even more exhausted just thinking about dating.

But in case you think I am bailing on this dating thing too early, let me give you an example. I was invited to a social gathering, a party if you will. With my first glass of wine in hand I started talking to a guy as it turned out we had something in common. We talked about what we had in common. Then I realized we were talking!

I didn’t know this guy’s story. He was about my age but was he single? Nice?

I started to think too much. My legs started to hurt from standing there talking to the guy. I started to panic and with only two sips of wine, the panic was not subsiding. Should I continue to stand there and gulp down wine while I attempted to continue this conversation?

 

It seemed too much. Getting ready for the party had been tiring enough. What I really wanted was a nap. I couldn’t take the stress. And since stress is not good for MS, I ran away from the guy into the lawn chair in the middle of my safety net- ie, the people who had invited me to this shindig in the first place.

Fortunately, the chair happened to be right near the table holding all the wine.

Then I proceeded to beat myself up for running away and hence, just gawked at the guy during the whole rest of the event. That, of course, made him think I was a weirdo. I prefer the term zombie.

Fast forward several weeks and I get invited to another shindig. I find a table with friends and high chairs. I am mostly through my glass of wine when I realize that a guy I recognize from my party days happens to be standing directly behind me.

This was a somewhat fancy event and I was dressed up a bit and had actually put on some make up. Girly girl make up, not zombie cover up.

 

I was sitting, felt giddy with the wine and decided I would not repeat my mistake from the last social event. I re-introduced myself and the guy and I chatted for quite a while. He was there alone and I wasn’t panicking. I could do this chatting/flirting thing.

Someone called to him and he moved away. Eventually I moved away from the area as well and then it was time for my friends and me to leave. I didn’t talk to him again but felt confident that I had taken a step forward, moved out of my “destined to be single forever” shell.

Then I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the car rearview mirror and realized I had a bit of pesto from one of the appetizers stuck in my teeth. That made me re-analyze the whole pesto added conversation and I got tired all over again. I’m sure the wine didn’t help. I went home and, you guessed it, took a nap.

So you see, dating is very fatigue inducing and stressful to me and my MS. I don’t really mind being single as I have had a pretty fun and interesting social life in the past. Which is why I need to remember it and why forgetting Steve was very traumatic!

Luckily, I had Serena to remind me. That’s what friends are for.

At least until I find me a zombie.

I will name him Steve.

***I take this blog writing gig very seriously and always try to research what I am writing about. Turns out, there is a dating site for zombies! Who knew? If you know a single zombie looking for love please direct them to ZombieHarmony. Their tagline is “because the apocalypse doesn’t have to be lonely…”

 

***Further research shows that the site is no longer active. Guess all the zombies have been matched.  Damn.

***For observant readers interested in my future book, you read right. I am editing away. The goal is for the published (still unnamed) work to be released just after the New Year. If the apocalypse doesn’t get me first…

 

 

 

Friends in Low Places

An unusual MS relationship

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Multiple Sclerosis is playing a cruel trick on me once again. This Garth Brooks, karaoke country song is stuck in this classic rock girl’s head. And there is absolutely NO reason for it as there are plenty of better choices that could be stuck in my brain- You’re My Best Friend (RIP Freddie), Lean on Me (the MS’ers caregiver anthem), With a Little Help from My Friends (the Joe Cocker version of course) or the classic Waiting on a Friend (love you Mick and Keith.) But no, it is Garth Brooks in my head and I have a very dear friend who is cracking up about it.

One of the things I did not expect in the aftermath of my MS diagnosis (in addition to the pain, frustrations, shots, and bladder issues of course,) was that friendships would change. Most for the better, but sadly, some for the worse.

While my foggy brain continues to struggle with the fact that my life with MS would not include people I imagined as here forever, and Garth’s song is making me want to head to my local dive bar and reconnect with other folks from my past, I remain deeply grateful to all the friends I do have.

I have also learned to expand my definition of friendship. My dictionary offers these two components: one who is not hostile, one who favors or supports something. It does not specify that the friend has to be human.

As you know, I am trying to get healthier. In doing so, I have developed a very welcoming and gracious bond with my Wii Fit.

 

Like many relationships, this did not come easily. When the Wii Fit first came into my world we exhibited a very dysfunctional relationship. Its bossiness and snide remarks were overwhelming and I was actually terrified to turn it on. I describe this terror in great detail in one of my first blogs Me and My Wii.

For those who have no idea what I am talking about, the Wii Fit is a Nintendo gaming system that links to your TV and helps you work out. It does this by a special board that you work out on and that monitors the progress of your animated self, a Mii.

Problem was, my Wii was very hard on me. It could be downright mean sometimes if it didn’t think I was holding my own in our relationship. Usually a sweet person, I would often find myself shouting obscenities at the Wii for its nastiness. This was not the basis of a good friendship.

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But with age, comes maturity and the need to be more understanding of the people in your life. You have to appreciate that; not everything is directed at or about you, that things are not always going to be as you think they should be, and once in a while, you may have to extend yourself in ways that you don’t necessarily want to, if a relationship is worth continuing and based on the good of both parties involved.

When I turned on the Wii Fit, I worried what attitude I would be confronted with. Yet, the Wii missed me and happily welcomed me back.

It offered a welcome present in the form of upgrading my status to gold (personally I am more of a silver person but as the gift was heartfelt, I cherished it.)

It told me it was happy to see me and was looking forward to spending time together.

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It reminded me that all it ever really wanted was for me to reach my fitness goals and in the time we had been apart, it was proud that I had! (Ok, about three months later than planned, but again, the course of true friendship does not always run on schedule.)

It suggested the best way for us to grow closer was perhaps by trying different Wii activities together, ones that we both may enjoy and benefit from..

I took it’s reminder to try my best but not too push myself too hard as an apology for its harshness in earlier workout regimens.

I realized my part in the problem by neglecting the Wii for so long, and not even having the compassion to keep it dust free.

We began to work together and bond like we had never bonded before.

Of course, no relationship is perfect, and we still have our issues. For one, the Wii needs to stop being so needy. I know that we get along great but I have a life and visiting every other day is fine. It needs to stop nagging me to come back EVERY day.

And the Wii is still sad at my nephew Drew’s disappearance from its life. Drew had set the Wii up and grew close to it by creating his own little Mii, only to then move across the country. The Wii’s heartbreak is excruciating.

Back when we were battling, it tried to blame me for Drew’s dismissal- suggesting that maybe he left because I hadn’t paid enough attention to him. Now, it deals with the trauma by making fun of Drew (bet he’s got some love handles now, huh Yvonne?) or acting like it doesn’t care by putting the Drew Mii to sleep.

I must add spending time with the Wii to Drew’s list of things to do the next time he is home; help your grandmother defrag her computer, help me move some furniture, visit with the Wii.

I have learned that the best of companions (human or gaming system) enjoy hanging out, can air their differences, seek to resolve tension, and work together for the improvement of both parties.

For my part, to be a good friend I need to keep the Wii dust free, its batteries charged and visit with it regularly.

For its part, the Wii wants to help me ‘get fit’ and work on my balance issues; a task desperately needed as I tripped twice doing the heel to toe walk at my neurologist’s office, a walk I had mastered back in my dive bar days.

Which brings this post back to the beginning, Garth’s friends in low places. The Wii is low- it sits in my TV and its board sits on my floor. And by definition, it is technically a friend.

Maybe not a friend I would toast with a beer, but a friend nonetheless.

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