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Something That Gives You Hope Cannot Be Crazy

In MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Physical Therapy on June 1, 2010 at 9:26 pm

Some folks think I’ve dove off the deep end lately, and I’m not talking about a dip in the swimming pool.

For the past two weeks, I’ve been following the MS Recovery Diet. This means no red meat, no gluten or yeast, no dairy, no eggs, no legumes. Just lean protein, nuts (that aren’t legumes), seeds, rice and [gluten-free] grains, fruit and veggies. Hey, it’s a healthy way to live, regardless of MS.

But the stares I get when I refuse birthday cake? Incredulous! And then there’s the gentle coaxing: aww, c’mon, just have one little piece, it can’t hurt. It’s like I’m the devil for passing up devil’s food. Give up chocolate cake, are you crazy?

Well, I’m here to say that which giveth thou hope does not maketh thou nutso. (I think it sounds better in bible-speak, don’t you? Like I’m a real authority.)

Now, changing my diet does not mean I’m tossing my Copaxone. Or stopping PT. If altering my diet is something I can do to make myself feel better, then I ask, whyeth not? Heck, if a study reported that wearing ketchup on your head would ease symptoms, I’d have red, drippy hair 24-7. With a side of fries.

So I’m experimenting with alternative, complementary therapies. Reiki. Acupuncture. Yoga. Meditation. There are scores of things we can do to help ease our symptoms and live life to the fulleth.

You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. What kind of “crazy” things have you done?


Phun at Physical Therapy

In Humor, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Physical Therapy, PT on April 25, 2010 at 8:53 pm

Ah, PT. It stands for Physical Therapy, but in my world, it’s Personal Training because I consider myself an athlete training for victory rather than an MS patient gaining strength to walk. So from here on in, we’ll refer to my therapist as my trainer. And I suggest you do the same. Got it?

OK, so onto my second visit with the handsome trainer. At the first visit he evaluated me, so now the real work begins. He escorts me on his arm and I feel like I’m going to the prom–a prom where Nike shorts and a sweat-wicking T-shirt are appropriate attire.

He explains that MS patients have a fixed reservoir or pool of energy for a day. Since he isn’t familiar with my energy threshold, he’ll take it easy on me. I tell him my reservoir is a baby pool, the plastic kind you fill with a hose in the backyard. We laugh. And then he takes the joke further, asking me if it’s the size of a teacup, and I say, maybe not, I think it’s the puddle in the saucer.

I ride the exercise bike for three minutes and I still have some oomph, so he tells me to go for five. A few feet in front of me is an elderly lady I’ve seen before, stretching a giant rubber band.

The five minutes are up and my prom date/trainer escorts me to the exercise table. I pass the woman and say hello. She practially screams, “Lookin’ good! Lookin’ good!” I feel good.

We reach the table and I hear another trainer ask the woman, “Do you want me to turn the TV toward you? Turn up the volume?”

“No, dear,” she replies. “I’m not watching it. I’m blind.”

I laugh so hard I nearly pee the exercise table with a pool of energy.