Thanksgiving is coming up.
Fifteen years ago, on Thanksgiving I met my future husband’s family for the first time. I had just gotten out of the hospital from another round of steroids to treat the Multiple Sclerosis. My face was extra round from the mediation. My body was weak and my sleep was messed up.
I was in no shape to meet anybody, but thanks to my mom making the trip down and helping in so many ways, I arrived at my future sister-in-laws, dressed, upright, and bearing a homemade apple pie.
Multiple Sclerosis (MS) is a jerk. It makes life unpredictable and hard. The illness takes abilities and strengths. It cuts you off from people.
I am ever so thankful that a few years after that first Thanksgiving, the MS went into remission. And has stayed there for 12 years.
Unfortunately, that health challenge got replaced with Bipolar Disorder 7 years ago. And the Bipolar is a jerk. It is. But you know what, I think I prefer it over the MS.
I made a mistake with my medication yesterday and it caused a day that felt like the MS (at least I think that is what happened). And it was the pits. I dropped something out in public and fell in front of my daughter when I tried to pick it up. I was so weak I had to lean against things to sit up. And oh how I needed to sleep.
It was the pits. And it was scary. And I hated it.
Today I feel better. Not perfect, but better. I may approach the doctor about changing this med and I put my meds in a granny pill sorter so I can’t make that mistake again.
But it reminded me, I prefer dealing with the Bipolar Disorder over the MS.Survive til you Thrive!