A CONTROL FREAK WITH MS 

Sometimes I blog about bad stuff. I’m a pretty happy camper at the moment so I’m writing about that instead.

I’m currently OUT of isolation. When I woke up at 7 AM, I was IN isolation.

My date with the ENT was quite an adventure.

I’ve been playing two medical waiting games concurrently and I just won both within a week of each other.

A couple of days before Christmas, I got some good health news – sort of – and it would be remiss of me not to mention it here.

Several days before I fell and broke my hip, I consulted a medium.

It’s been five weeks since I broke my hip. I’ve had plenty of time to think and put it all in perspective.

What follows is a two-week account of a hip injury.

I’m caught up in the details of organizing this ritual. Somehow, I have to free my thoughts of the minutia and write a eulogy.

The story begins in 1977 when I’m a frustrated grade 11 clarinet player.

I found this small, handwritten note in May, tucked into an envelope addressed to Margie.

I just returned from a roll around the backyard. I know what you’re thinking. No, I did not get stuck and yes, I stayed on the sidewalk.

This is a collection of little “thought-lets” and observations I made that don’t quite merit a post of their own.

In long-term care settings and in private homes, they help people like me with what’s known in the business as “Activities of Daily Living.”

I’ve been a people watcher for many years.

It means pretty much what it sounds like: my disease hasn’t been active for a while.

I said something so shocking today, I regretted it the moment the words were out of my mouth.

She calls it the Room of Joy. Now we all do.

My pixie alter ego. She helps me write, even though I don't even know her name. I found her in a store in Tofino, BC...