Therapy finished last week, I’ll be more consistent once again.

i don’t question “why me?”  Quite frankly I don’t remember when/if I’ve ever asked that question.  The question I really want answered is “why multiple sclerosis?” I really wish I could pinpoint something I did/somewhere I went/something that happened in my past that could explain why I have my wretched disease, but no. No explanations, no answers…sigh. Allyuh tell me how strong I am and how much you admire me because of how I handle things and, I’ve said this before, I’m not putting on a show for that praise, I really do handle things well (at least I try to) – I eh go lie, I sometimes amaze myself at how I handle things.  Well…all that strength came to a crashing halt some Fridays ago.

truth be told, I haven’t had a bad day in a long while, so one can probably argue that it was time I s’pose. It was the week after labour day (sept 4) and it all stemmed from a mix up with the delivery date of one of my medications.  It’s a twice a day tablet that is specifically for ms patients’ walking issues. Every month, I speak to a pharmacy representative and we agree on the delivery date and every month like clockwork, it’s delivered on said date.  Well I’m not sure what happened and it didn’t come as I expected and when I called to find out what was going on, I was told that it was coming 4 days later. That news was no good, I had 2 days of pills left. As I said before, this is a twice a day pill that’s specifically for my walking and one time years ago, I went down to one a day just to see if that dosage could work and I discovered that the pill actually also helped my overall good feelings and 1 daily wasn’t cutting it. So here we are that week and I have 4 pills for four days. Shit! As “luck” would have it, I’d forgotten to take a set of pills sometime that month, so I actually found one more. So for that week, I took one pill a day and I was coping – or so I thought.

that week was leading up to an event that happens annually here in ATL that pits the men in our Trini community against each other to see who “han sweetest” in the kitchen. It’s a competition that’s been run by AuntyP for years and it eventually morphed into a part fund raiser for the MSCA on my behalf. It really brings our little community together and now in these times of social media, all week long I was tagged in comments and pictures and the pekong amongst the competitors was hilarious. That Thursday, in the midst of all the ole talk, a few people were very complimentary of me and reading what was said made me smile – gave me warm and fuzzy feelings, if u will and really lifted me up. Looking back I realised that my funk had started that Thursday afternoon. I really needed those comments right at that time.

the pills are usually delivered to my front door. Don’t u know it, that day UPS left it in the leasing office so I had to get them. The scoots to the office and back were uneventful so I’m not sure what got to me but in that moment when I got back to my apartment and opened the package, all my strength, positivity, “glass half full” energy vanished…shit was just too unfair and I was on the verge of tears. I was angry, I was sad, I was upset, I was despondent, I felt hatred to the MS and I can go on.

It was the middle of the day though…I had to get back to work…

A few hours later, after having spoken to Learls and a few others, I was almost back to normal.

I’m fine these days but MS still sucks!