Gag Me With A Spoon

I must be a glutton for punishment; there is just no other good explanation for it. Every now and then I venture out of my dark hole to mingle with other MSers and it has never failed to irritate the shitakii out of me. I don't know why I do it. I think I am still holding out hope that I will find someone like me, someone who isn't pooping out rainbows and unicorns over having MS. Since being diagnosed with MS, some 3.5 years ago, I have only wanted to talk to some one about MS and all its implications realistically. Alas, my search continues. It seems that all I find are those who want to make it seem better than it is and sweep all the bad under the rug, which I can't help but think that must be one big rug. I'm not saying it is all horrible, or that it is the worst thing in the world, but why can't we talk about the negative once in awhile? I want to talk to those who have hideous, overwhelming depression that requires large amount of antidepressants, like me. Or those whose MS has been so aggressive that they have hardly had a chance to take a breath between attacks and have never recovered fully from any attack. Where are those whose life as they knew it was ripped away and they are still trying to piece together a life out of the tattered remains? I want to mingle with those who are willing to cancel that mattress order because we are not going to take this lying down. I want to do the things that I am not supposed to do; blow the lid off of anyone's assumptions about what a person with MS is supposed to be and be the opposite of what they expect. I don't want to link arms and sing Kumbaya. I want to sing, "I hate everything about you" with like-minded MSers. Being a true child of the 80's, it makes me want to spout off a bunch of uncool quips from that golden era, hence the name of this post. The only good thing about all this is that it fires me up and reminds me to keep up the good fight and continue not being what people think of when they think of MS. Now I must go gimp through some stores and tell the people who ask what I did to my leg that I have explosive diarrhea and if I don't lean to one side I'll sh*t my pants. Hope your day is as good as mine promises to be.