Yvonne Mulitple sclerosis meets smoothies I don’t actually have moves like Jagger. It would be cool if I did, but I don’t. About the only way someone could say I moved like Jagger was if that someone happened to be drunk and listening to Brown Sugar while they watched me try to recover from a near … Read more here…
Kale is the new black I cannot put it off any longer. For almost forty years I have been shirking my vegetable consuming responsibilities and now it is time to face them. Don’t get me wrong, I would try to lean towards healthy eating often enough. If I decided to treat myself with a bit of … Read more here…
Multiple Sclerosis Meets Spring- It’s official- Spring is here. And I am probably the only person in the world who is not happy about it. The rest of you are lying to yourselves about how wonderful the arrival of Spring is. To me, what Spring really means (think of this in the singsong voice of … Read more here…
There is bird poop on the outside of my storm door. A big white clump of bird poop. It has been there for weeks, maybe months. I can’t accurately pinpoint the date because I first noticed it after having been out of town for a month. After the flight home, my friend dropped my exhausted … Read more here…
Warning– this most recent blog post is written just days after returning from a month-long family vacation where the main travelers were two sisters with MS and their mom. It is absolutely not politically correct to call someone with multiple sclerosis, stupid. It is not even ok to call yourself stupid if you have MS … Read more here…
I am afraid of my TV. Well, not my TV exactly but the little computerized community of wise guys that live in the Wii in my TV. They are the Mii’s and I am convinced they are out to get me. See, it doesn’t help that the Wii and I had a dysfunctional relationship from … Read more here…
Like with everything else related to multiple sclerosis, it makes no sense that this disease would turn me into an Olympic worthy gymnast. It makes no sense as my whole life I have been an athletically challenged clutz. I still remember clinging for dear life to the neck of my 3rd grade gym teacher as … Read more here…
For the most part, we are all pretty nice people who want to be kind to each other. But when you have just been told that you have a chronic, debilitating, life altering disease, you are likely not feeling so great. So when someone wants to talk to about your diagnosis you likely appreciate their … Read more here…