It pains me to admit since my MS diagnosis in ’96—-I am different. REALLY? How did you come to that conclusion, Einstein? Was it the wheelchair? Rollator? Hand controls on your car? Or was it the half dozen canes scattered throughout the house & garage? No no no, of course I am different physically…heavier, flabbier, …
Topic ideas. Not worthy of a post on their own but enough ideas & stupid stuff to lump together in what I call “Random Sh**.” Ready? Let’s begin… Bread Ties Of all the problems in our world today it seems petty to bicker about bread ties, but here goes. Some days I …
So smarty pants, you think you know everything about MS, huh? Well we will just see about that as My Odd Sock presents “A or B,” a first-of-its-kind multiple choice examination. “A or B” compares images of both modern science to multiple sclerosis in a brain-busting, free-for-all challenge. Grab your cheaters…and a pencil. Let …
He is dating the daughter of our friends. They have been together for several years now. According to her parents, she met him at a convention. Nice guy. Treats her well. They get along. Mom and dad like him. Oh, and he’s from Idaho. I can’t recall hearing his name but I do remember …
The haiku (High-Koo) is a Japanese form of poetry. Only seventeen syllables total in three lines of five, seven and five syllables each. (My kind of quick read.) Haikus are fun to compose so I thought I would come up with a few that pertain to life with multiple sclerosis. Hope you enjoy. …
It doesn’t take much to make a difference. One small act of kindness. But on this particular day who was helping whom? It was a typical hot & humid, dog-day of summer…and I was panting. I eased the car into a spot at the grocery store and began unfolding my limp body from the …
Part man. Part beast. That’s what it comes down to. This is what I am. A manimal. So just suck it up and accept it, right? I am having trouble dealing with growing older. Especially this hair thing. Oh, I still have hair. But as the years drag on, I find it growing in …
The fortune cookie is the most anticipated part of a Chinese meal. The cookie-part sucks, honestly. It’s the paper fortune inside that we seek most. The message usually leaves us scratching our head for meaning, but often is worth sharing with our table mates. Some folks even keep their fortune, tucking them away in …
There was the usual chaos at the local Walmart that morning. Five registers were humming along while four hundred customers waited to check out. I was one of them. I only had a single item, cane tips, for $1.76. Because there was no express lane, I settled in line amongst the fray. It didn’t …
Anger. The force within. What is it? Where does it come from? Why does it exist? I’ve had multiple sclerosis pert near 23 years now and still my anger can boil over like noodles on a stove. I might not have the energy to lift my dead foot over a two-inch threshold, yet …
