I was laying in bed last night, thinking of Halloween memories...
I can remember dressing up as a bunny. Prior to going out trick-or-treating, I was hoping along, as all bunnies do, when I smacked into a night table beside my parents bed! Blood came pouring out from below my quivering bottom lip. I still have a scar.
I also remember dressing up as Princess Diana, with Andrea as the Queen, and my neighbour Mark, as Prince Charles. It was just after Prince William was born, so I carried around a doll wrapped in a blanket. William got so heavy in my arms, that I ended up carrying him in the treat bag instead!
During our trick-or-treating years, we lived in a HUGE subdivision. It also seems as if more people were home back in those days, waiting to "shell out", compared to now. We had to do the neighbourhood in two parts - stopping at home at the halfway mark to empty our loot bags because they were too heavy!
When we finished for the night, we would come home and examine our piles of loot on the living room floor. Mom and Dad would always have a peek, and grab a few treats for themselves. This past summer, my mom told me what her favourite chocolate bars are. They certainly weren't a kind that I have ever tried myself. I quickly realized (and maybe she did too) that I have never tried them because they never stayed in my Halloween loot pile for longer than a minute!
I'm pretty sure that Andrea scammed me out of some candy too - I sure hope that my spirit protects 2Penny's loot this year!
Halloween Apples!
Emily
Oh yes, and if Scooby-Doo comes to my door this year, I promise not to call him Snoopy!
flashing my hand
Posted in on Monday, October 29, 2007 by Emms
I've had a rough week - week and a bit. But you know all about that stuff - ill mannered medical professionals, missing medical tests and files, and the usual tears and frustrations.
It may seem to you, the reader, that this is my life. Well it certainly occupies a great part of my days/week/months. I have said from the beginning that I will not let MS be me - that I will be me with MS. However, in this blog I have only touched on the medical aspects of my diagnosis. Obviously, the affect is greater than just terrible trips to the doctor.
Next week, I hope to start (again) a gradual return to work. I have not blogged much about work because I try not to focus on work, or think about work. I realized back in the summer that I needed to return to work in my home life before my work life. Well, that seems to be working itself out, and next week, hopefully my work life will start up again.
Then maybe I will be able to get my mind off the other area in my life, and Jason's, that has been wickedly intertwined with my diagnosis. Jason and I spoke about this last night, and whether or not I should include this aspect of our life in my blog and we decided that to not include it, it would be against my purpose of this blog.
***deep breath in***
Prior to my initial neurological attack, Jason and I had been trying to start a family for three years. We had finally given up, and decided to look for answers through a fertility specialist. Our initial appointment was in August of 2006, about two months after my attack began. A few months later, we were told that it would be difficult for us to conceive a baby without the assistance of fertility drugs and some other drugs to correct my egg dispersal system. It turns out that I don't like to share my eggs - I prefer to keep them in my basket(s).
***I still chuckle at that last bit, so you can too***
Anyway - in January I had to make a choice: start treatment for MS, which had me out of commission at that point for eight months; or start a fertility program. We chose to start the MS therapy. That was a terrible time.
As you know, I am currently off of my MS therapy, awaiting a go-ahead on another drug. It is recommended that any persons trying to conceive should be off of their MS therapy for a minimum of three months. BUT - we are in no place to begin trying to conceive. I'm not working, I have a number of odd, unexplained issues, I haven't worked in 16 months, and there are many things to consider.
There is the knowledge that pregnant and nursing mothers seem to get a reprise of their MS symptoms. There is the possibility of having multiple births. There is the possibility that we could try for months, and still not get pregnant. There is the possibility that I could one day have limited mobility and then I would question my parental abilities to have fun (would you believe that a social worker said this to us?) There is the possibility that we could conceive quickly, and I never experience mobility issues.
So, Jason and I continue to play the cards that we have been dealt. Unfortunately, the Book of Hoyle does not contain the rules for this game!
Emily
It may seem to you, the reader, that this is my life. Well it certainly occupies a great part of my days/week/months. I have said from the beginning that I will not let MS be me - that I will be me with MS. However, in this blog I have only touched on the medical aspects of my diagnosis. Obviously, the affect is greater than just terrible trips to the doctor.
Next week, I hope to start (again) a gradual return to work. I have not blogged much about work because I try not to focus on work, or think about work. I realized back in the summer that I needed to return to work in my home life before my work life. Well, that seems to be working itself out, and next week, hopefully my work life will start up again.
Then maybe I will be able to get my mind off the other area in my life, and Jason's, that has been wickedly intertwined with my diagnosis. Jason and I spoke about this last night, and whether or not I should include this aspect of our life in my blog and we decided that to not include it, it would be against my purpose of this blog.
***deep breath in***
Prior to my initial neurological attack, Jason and I had been trying to start a family for three years. We had finally given up, and decided to look for answers through a fertility specialist. Our initial appointment was in August of 2006, about two months after my attack began. A few months later, we were told that it would be difficult for us to conceive a baby without the assistance of fertility drugs and some other drugs to correct my egg dispersal system. It turns out that I don't like to share my eggs - I prefer to keep them in my basket(s).
***I still chuckle at that last bit, so you can too***
Anyway - in January I had to make a choice: start treatment for MS, which had me out of commission at that point for eight months; or start a fertility program. We chose to start the MS therapy. That was a terrible time.
As you know, I am currently off of my MS therapy, awaiting a go-ahead on another drug. It is recommended that any persons trying to conceive should be off of their MS therapy for a minimum of three months. BUT - we are in no place to begin trying to conceive. I'm not working, I have a number of odd, unexplained issues, I haven't worked in 16 months, and there are many things to consider.
There is the knowledge that pregnant and nursing mothers seem to get a reprise of their MS symptoms. There is the possibility of having multiple births. There is the possibility that we could try for months, and still not get pregnant. There is the possibility that I could one day have limited mobility and then I would question my parental abilities to have fun (would you believe that a social worker said this to us?) There is the possibility that we could conceive quickly, and I never experience mobility issues.
So, Jason and I continue to play the cards that we have been dealt. Unfortunately, the Book of Hoyle does not contain the rules for this game!
Emily
3 rights
Posted in on Wednesday, October 24, 2007 by Emms
I have always just assumed, that if the time were to come that I would have to take someone out - you know what I mean...scrap...drop the gloves...put up your dukes...float like a butterfly, sting like a bee...that I would lead with my left.
Three quick lefts, and then a power shot with my right.
Wrong.
I learned on Monday, that I am in fact faster with hand-eye coordination on my left side! I took out a peg-hole test faster with my left hand than my right hand, not once, but twice!
So in fact, three quick rights, and then a power shot with my left is best.
Good to know.
Emily
Three quick lefts, and then a power shot with my right.
Wrong.
I learned on Monday, that I am in fact faster with hand-eye coordination on my left side! I took out a peg-hole test faster with my left hand than my right hand, not once, but twice!
So in fact, three quick rights, and then a power shot with my left is best.
Good to know.
Emily
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
Little bits about my life with MS
