One of the hardest things to do when you have multiple sclerosis is..
“Buttoning a shirt?
“Putting on socks & shoes during leg spasms?
For me, one of the hardest things to do, being blessed with MS, is getting into and getting out of a motor vehicle.
Talk about putting a square peg into a round hole. “Let’s squeeze a stiff, six-foot tall mannequin into a four-foot opening.”
No, it’s not that bad. But now I know how Dumbo must feel!
(Although, from this angle, it IS about actual size.)
Small cars tend to be a little easier.
Like my Honda Fit.
Nice and low. I can simply open the door and fall into the seat.
Of course getting in or out always requires me to lift my dead legs into or out of the car.
(As time & my MS advances, I find myself lifting my legs more than a male dog in a hydrant factory.)
I say small cars tend to be easier—but who the hell drives a small car besides me and the clowns from the Ringling Brothers circus!
Everyone drives big, honking SUV’s and Minivans nowadays.
Getting into these bigger vehicles proves to be more of a height challenge.
“Stepping up” is easier said than done.
Luckily, I’m tall enough to get a portion of a butt cheek on the seat & can pull myself inside.
Then of course is the ceremonial “lifting of the legs” to complete the transfer.
“Danger, Will Robinson!”
The fun ensues when the exertion triggers spasms in my right leg.
At that point, I am unable to lift, move or bend my leg at all.
Recently, a family member thought he could “muscle” my leg-o-steel. He struggled with all his might to bend my leg. I simply smiled. knowing he was fighting a losing battle till the spasm retreated!
My thoughts exactly!
It’s the little things affected by MS that drives me nuts.
Getting in & out of a car seems simple enough. But throw in a few brain lesions and it’s a whole new ballgame!
Have a safe ride, good buddy.