All posts by Little M.S. Runner

Forty-something, married with two kids and two dogs. Trying hard to live every day to the fullest with multiple sclerosis, impaired vision, and deafness. Couldn't make it without my Savior, Jesus Christ.

When strivings cease

Part of a song lyric popped into my head this morning, and it stuck real good so I wanted to share.

“When strivings cease.” It’s from one of my favorite worship songs, called “In Christ Alone”. I believe much of the lyrics from the song were derived from Psalm 46, so I looked it up (it’s also copied below, for your convenience). I found that this particular Psalm was written during a time of war and natural disasters. The writer of this Psalm was tired; tired of fighting and tired of being afraid. When he talks about striving, he means it. But then he turns to God. He recognizes that God is in ultimate control and believes He was telling him to stop trying so hard. “Stop striving, I’ll handle this.” He didn’t necessarily say he would end the battle anytime soon. He just said He would be there through all of it.

This reminds me of Exodus 14:14, where it says “The LORD will fight for you; you need only to be still.” This seems to be a recurring theme throughout the Bible, and consequently in my life as well as others who are struggling with any sort of “battle”. If that’s you – please know these words are true for you – Stop striving. Be still. The Lord is fighting your battle. Rest in Him.

Psalm 46:

God is our refuge and strength,
    an ever-present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way
    and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea,
though its waters roar and foam
    and the mountains quake with their surging.[c]

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
    the holy place where the Most High dwells.
God is within her, she will not fall;
    God will help her at break of day.
Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall;
    he lifts his voice, the earth melts.

The Lord Almighty is with us;
    the God of Jacob is our fortress.

Come and see what the Lord has done,
    the desolations he has brought on the earth.
He makes wars cease
    to the ends of the earth.
He breaks the bow and shatters the spear;
    he burns the shields[d] with fire.
10 He says, “Be still, and know that I am God;
    I will be exalted among the nations,
    I will be exalted in the earth.”

I did not chuck it all

In reference to my previous post, I did not throw in the towel. I did not chuck it all and join the circus. Heck, I didn’t even stay home and get drunk. Turns out some good, quality sleep is all it took to snap me back to reality. Today I gladly accepted my responsibilities. I went to sleep by 11 pm, was up at 7 am with the kids, and only took an hour long nap during the day (which is not usually sufficient, but this time it was!). I got a lot accomplished on the homefront: sweeping, mopping, cleaning toilets, folding laundry. I even fed myself a decent lunch of fried eggs and toast, though I’m pretty sure I got egg yolk all over myself in the process of eating it. I fry my eggs over easy, and I can’t see colors well due to my vision loss. So, runny yolks folded up in my toast got messy. And I only know this because I felt it dripping. All. Over.

Anyhoo, I have been mixing my regular coffee grounds with decaf. I don’t want to go completely caffeine-free, but I do want to be able to drink more coffee and not have the crummy side effects. Caffeine is a diuretic, and we people with MS  have bladder issues as it is (97% I think I remember reading). So caffeine doesn’t help. Gradually switching to decaf – which is not entirely free of caffeine – seems to be a good alternative. This way I can have my coffee and drink it too. So far it has been a painless process, and I’m already noticing improvements, like the better quality sleep. I’m glad for the change. We’ll have to wait and see if it sticks.

Pastor gave a really good sermon (as usual) last Sunday, and I want to  write about it this week. Tomorrow’s looking good for that. For now it’s time to wind down and hit the hay!

Some days you just wanna chuck it

Do you ever just feel like you’ve HAD IT with being a grown up? Like you just want to dismiss all your adult responsibilities and go play games and eat chocolate cake? I’m having one of those days. It’s the first like this that I remember having, but I’m sure I’ve had them before. I just want to go to the party. There is a party somewhere, isn’t there?

My daughter hosted a party of sorts for us this afternoon. She called it a “bubble sword” party. It was just the two of us, with our bubble swords (wands?), sitting on the porch. In the cold. Eating crushed Doritos. That’s pathetic, right? Not the sort of party I’m longing for, but I was a good sport about it and I love spending time with my daughter. She’s very thoughtful, creative, and caring. Today she let me take a nap in her bed. She declined to join me for my nap, and I found out after I woke up that she spent that time putting away the clean dishes. What a role reversal! So, no real partying, but today’s napping went well.

It is in this moment that I could really go for a beer or four, but truth is I just don’t want to deal with the consequences. I do enough staggering sober, and there’s no sleeping off a hangover when you have kids who think 7 am is “sleeping in”. So, instead I am munching on tortilla chips, drinking water, and writing. My ultimate therapy – the writing mostly, not the chips.

Okay, the chips too.

Happy spring, readers!

MS Fatigue

It’s an interesting phenomenon, this MS fatigue. Lots of factors affect it, including sleep, hydration, and exercise. Sleep I can manage to get, hydration is easy to maintain (and also easy to forget), but the exercise is not always steady.

I have poor balance due to MS. I often bump into things, using the nearest piece of furniture or wall to “catch” my balance. I used to say I “lost” my balance until a physical therapist gave me that new term. You only lost it if you actually fell. Otherwise you can say you caught it!

Balance is a complicated issue, and many functions within the body affect it. If you’re interested in the details, you can read more here: “Causes of balance and walking problems“. One thing that really affects me is the leg weakness. So when I’m not exercising on a regular basis, my legs get weaker, and my balance suffers greatly.

I’ve said before that I walk my kids to the bus stop in the mornings. The sub zero temperatures here in Michigan prevented us from walking for several weeks. I am keenly aware of the effect this has on my body. My leg muscles weaken very quickly. Lots of leg muscles are used for walking (roughly 200), and walking requires balance – that is, if you care to stay upright – and so it takes more effort for me even to walk around the house. Hence, the fatigue.

It frustrates me that this can spiral down so quickly, but the upside is that I can also turn it around just as quickly. Using my cane helps in the interim, as it helps me maintain balance and thus requires less energy. However, after just a few days of walking to the bus stop and walking the dog around the block, my legs are moving much better already. That, and I can almost say I have ENERGY. Almost. Still, it’s a pleasant change from the days of fatigue. I’ll enjoy it while it lasts.

Spec-Tran = FAIL

Hold on, here comes a rant…

I had an appointment with my neuro-ophthalmologist scheduled for today at 1:00. My Spec-Tran ride was scheduled to pick me up at 12:23. I was ready and waiting at the door by 12:15. By 12:29 I was getting antsy. It takes a good 20 minutes to get to where I need to be, and then I have to walk a ways, take the elevator, walk some more, which all takes me another good 5-10 minutes. So, you know, I was kind of freaking out. I called the Spec-Tran office to find out what was up. They said, “don’t worry, they are just running a few minutes late”. Since they were already 6 minutes late by the time I called, I figured they would show up at any second. They didn’t.

So I called again, and spent quite a bit of time on hold while the dispatcher figured out what was going on. After a good, long wait she was able to tell me that the driver indicated he waited in the driveway for 2 minutes, and then left. She admitted this was clearly an issue because they are supposed to wait longer when picking up riders. That’s nice, but the real problem is that I had been staring at my driveway since well before my scheduled pick up time, and there were absolutely NO VEHICLES near it. So clearly, the driver was at the wrong house (this has always been an issue; there is a house down the street with the same number, but it’s technically on a different street. Technically.) The dispatcher said she would find another driver to pick me up, and by the time she was able to find one (who could pick me up at 1:30), it was 1:01. I told her that’s nice, but could she call my doctor’s office and let them know what’s going on, to see if they can even see me that late? Because I knew they couldn’t. I just wanted her to be the one to apologize for their mistake. Also, you know, I’m DEAF, so this phone call business is quite challenging and I’m on the verge of a meltdown.

It was not a good day for wearing mascara.

Frustrated and angry, I composed an email to my husband to let him know what was going on. I knew he would be texting soon to ask how the appointment went. I cleaned up my face so I wouldn’t scare the dog, and then got on the phone to call and reschedule my appointment. While I was on hold, my husband walked in the door with news that he had already rescheduled for me. He felt so bad about what happened, and was apologizing even though it was entirely out of his control.

I know he grows weary at times of driving all of us around, so I had hoped that this transportation service would relieve some stress for him. Today’s mishap definitely shot a few holes in that theory, but I’ll keep using it and hopefully over time we’ll get all the kinks worked out. Just like any adjustment, it takes time and patience.  Thankfully, those are two things I have plenty of.

 

Who’s leading whom?

Our pastor gave us a great analogy at church yesterday. He has been doing a series on hearing from God, and yesterday he said that as we are listening to what God is saying, we need to be willing to follow His lead. To illustrate his point, he told us about a trick he learned from a fellow dog lover. The problem was that on walks, the dog was always pulling on the leash and trying to run ahead. The advice? Never let the dog be the first one out of the house. That way they know who the leader is, and it’s NOT them.

I was slightly blown away by this story for two reasons. One, it makes so much sense, I can’t believe we hadn’t thought of it ourselves. I was immediately anxious to try it with our dog (which I did today, and it was surprisingly successful). Two, how many times do I rush out the door ahead of God in my life? How many times in a day?

I’m constantly making my own decisions. Many of my major life decisions were made without much, if any, input or guidance from God. Sometimes I wasn’t listening, but other times I wasn’t even asking. This is not to say I never ask, or never listen. Many times I do. And those are the times worth mentioning.

This blog, for example, wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for God’s pressing on my heart and clear message to resume writing (I first started blogging in 2004. Wrote my own html!).  Dating and marrying my husband only happened after countless hours of heartfelt prayer. I was so fed up with dating by the time I met Mike, I wanted to be absolutely sure that he was part of God’s plan for my life before I would make any commitments. And here we are, 16 years later, still madly in love.

I firmly believe that when we let God go first, by letting Him lead our journeys, we will be blessed. Not that there won’t be hard times along the way (Piper and I had a few missteps with puddles and such), but overall it makes for a more peaceful, joyful, and rewarding trip. As I am encouraged to let God lead the way in my day to day life, I encourage you to do the same. Let’s just see where He takes us!

Planning ahead

This Spec-Tran paratransit service has been a huge blessing after just a few days. I had a doctor’s appointment on Monday, which resulted in another appointment for today, and another one in a few weeks. Also, I have two doctor’s appointments next week. And none of this has required my husband to take time off of work. Hurray!

I’m learning quickly how it all works. All of the scheduling, confirming, and canceling of rides can be done online. Also, I’ve already emailed questions to customer service and was very pleased to have prompt responses.

Today I learned an important lesson: use the restroom before you are picked up. It’s not such an issue when they pick me up from my house, because so far I have been the only rider on those trips. It’s the rides going home that are more unpredictable. Especially if you are being picked up near the hospital, which is surrounded by medical offices. When the van arrives, it could be holding up to 4 more passengers, all of which may be getting dropped off at their homes before you. So you really have no idea how long you’ll be in the van once you’re picked up.

Today was a problem because my office visit/procedure required me to fill my bladder to the rim. And while I tried to empty it completely before my ride came to get me, I also made the poor choice of purchasing a large coffee at the cafeteria of the building I was in. I thought to myself as I was waiting for my ride, “Maybe I should go again, just to be on the safe side”. But then I was afraid I would miss my ride, so I ignored that wise thought. But then it turned out that my ride was running 15 minutes late. So by the time it came I was pretty ready to go, but thought I could hold it.

I was wrong. Very quickly, I began to be in some serious pain. After some bumps and turns and one more stop, we dropped off one woman at her house, and before the driver could close the door to the van, I looked at her with pleading eyes and whispered loudly, “I desperately need to use a restroom!” And she said, “No problem, we’re headed back to the hospital now”. Relieved (well, almost), I held it until the next stop. Which was not actually the hospital, but across the street, at the building I was just picked up from. Because she was dropping another woman off. I find this rather ridiculous, but I’m not complaining because I made it to the restroom without soiling myself, and I didn’t feel like I was inconveniencing anyone. Too much.

Altogether, the total travel time was around 45 minutes and only cost me $2.50. Not too shabby. Piper sure was happy to see me, as she also had a desperate need to relieve herself! 😉

It’s Mom and Dad’s birthday!

Today was my birthday. It was also my husband’s birthday (he’s one year older). I am now 37. I know once you’re in your late thirties, birthdays aren’t such a big deal anymore (heck, anything after 21 is pretty dull), but I still like to make a big deal of it. Because what better chance do you have to celebrate your life? Not to mention our kids think it’s pretty neat that they get to celebrate both parents’ birthdays on the same day.

My son and I have a mutual love for all things breakfast, and he is caring and thoughtful so he asked me what I wanted for breakfast on my birthday (kids also happened to have a scheduled day off today). I told him one of my favorites is waffles with whipped cream and strawberries, so he excitedly declared he was going to fix breakfast for me. Eggo waffles are easy to make in the toaster, and he assured me he could cut the strawberries all by himself. And sure enough, at 7 am this morning he was waking me up to eat. We had a little trouble with the whipped cream canister, but it was still delicious. And the smile on his face was priceless. It gave him so much joy, to be able to do something all by himself. For me. What a kid. I am so blessed.

The kids and I pretty much relaxed most of the day, with the exception of our trip to the Secretary of State. I needed to apply for a state ID card and cancel my driver’s license. That didn’t go quite as well as expected, as I had to go back home and get my birth certificate, but it still went better than it could have. Once I was there with the proper documents, it was a quick process. They took my money and my picture, and sent me on my way. I’m glad to have that done. No more valid driver’s license for me.

Since it’s also my husband’s birthday, I wanted to be sure to do something special for him too. The plan was to make his favorite dinner, penne sausage marinara. It was delicious, as usual, and we have plenty of leftovers for tomorrow’s lunches.

Yesterday I had a doctor’s visit, and tomorrow I have another one, so it was nice to have this one day in between to break up the monotony. It was definitely a day of celebration here. Another year in the books. A rough year, but we made it through. I look forward to the next one, and have high hopes that it will involve lots more relaxing than the past.

Frankie says…

Lately I’ve been struggling (and this time I mean it) with severe anxiety and worry and irritability. In short, I’ve ben in perpetual “Bitch Mode”. I’ve been on edge constantly, and the slightest misstep, accident, or loud noise can set me off. It’s not fair to my family, and it’s no way to live.

Bitch Mode ends today.

Not that it won’t ever creep back in, but today I am deciding that this state, being “on edge”, must end. And that I am the only one who can make that decision.

For one thing, it’s kind of childish to have all this anxiety over trivial things like a puppy peeing in the house or children spilling sugar on the floor. Because there are people suffering and dying all over the world. That’s just a really big thing that can’t be solved, but it adds perspective at least. Second of all, life is precious and if you’re busy worrying about trivial things, you are not enjoying and being grateful for what you have. I have these “problems” because I have a puppy and two beautiful children. Those are things I would not change. Therefore, I choose to be grateful, not hateful (see what I did there?). Just pause, breathe, and live in the moment. If something is stressing me, I’m going to stop and ask why, and if I can’t come up with a good reason, then I’ll just have to let it go and move on.

What does this all come down to? Me, learning how to relax. To really, really, RELAX.  This is something that does not come naturally to me, and I’ll likely have to go through this process again. But I suppose that makes sense. The prefix of the word is “re-“, which indicates repetition. Again and again and again.

Pull up a chair,  we may be here awhile! 😉

Fatigue

Fatigue is hard to describe, but it is very, very real. I would say I struggle with it, but there isn’t much struggling going on. I just don’t have the energy. So, I live with it. I manage.

Thankfully, it’s not all the time. It comes and goes on a pretty regular basis, however. So I am always hopeful that it will go.

Here’ s what fatigue looks like here in my world: I wake up at 7 to help get the kids ready for school. On days when it is not below freezing outside (which hasn’t happened in a minute), I walk them to the bus stop. After the bus comes, I walk back home. I slide into my warm bed and let my mind race until I drift off to sleep. Because my mind doesn’t seem to reach the level of fatigue that my legs do.

I sleep for a good three or four hours, waking up slowly from some weird dream I won’t remember three minutes later. I lie there, willing myself to get up. When willing doesn’t work, my bladder is more convincing. I drink a lot of water.

See, my fatigue generally seems to be in my legs.  They just get feeling so heavy. It takes more effort than normal to move them around. I’ve had full-blown MS relapses where I couldn’t lift them at all, so this leg fatigue is sometimes worrisome. There is always the possibility that I will go there again. The nerves that control these legs are scarred, so they’ll never be right.

However, if I can get to where I need to be, and can sit there, I do fine. I can write, read, crochet, fold laundry even, all while sitting down. The only things I have a hard time with are mostly in the kitchen (dishes, cooking). I remember my grandma used to have a tall chair/stool type thing in her kitchen, and I always loved sitting on it as a kid. Maybe I can get one of those for my kitchen. Just something to allow me to sit up high enough to reach the counters comfortably.

Fatigue is when you wake up from a 4-hour nap and you are still tired. Fatigue is wondering who strapped lead bricks to your slippers. Fatigue is getting up from a nap and just wanting to go back to bed. Fatigue on days like these is asking, “Where is my motorized scooter?”