Na-NaNa-Na-Na

Na-NaNa-Na-Na

 

 

“Na-NaNa-Na-Na.”

Don’t bother.  That’s just my MS-infested body making fun of me.

Teasing.  Taunting.

Eh, I’m use to it by now.  Similar to living with an older brother, we all get accustomed to the abuse after a while.

That’s why MS moves around your body.  Sometimes…it’s your hands.  Other times, it’s your legs.  Your eyesight.  Or your speech.

 

Nice bowel!
Nice bowel!

 

For me lately, the guilty party has been my bowel.

My insides have been playing me like a deck of cards with five aces!

The urge strikes without warning.  A colon Tsunami.

Gotta go.  Gotta go.  Gotta go right now.

I move towards the bathroom with the speed of a glacier.  The faster I try to move, the greater the stress of spasticity tightens my muscles.

 

I’m “prairie-dogging” (look it up) as I fumble into postion to get my pants down.

 

 

Then, as I fall onto the seat……

Nothing.

Looking good!
Looking good!

 

The urge subsides.  So I wait.

Nothing.

Figuring it was a crack of thunder without the subsequent storm, I pull my pants up and begin to exit the bathroom.

BOOM, the urge hits again, as I retrace my steps.

Sit down.

Nothing.

Get up.

 

 

Up and Down arrows

 

 

So begins an up & down struggle.

Teasing.  Taunting.

“Na-NaNa-Na-Na.”

 

 

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Up and down.

Urge knocks on the door.

Urge goes away.

Up and down I move.

 

 

I have created a full toilet-seat calisthenics program of exercises, stretches & low-back massage to help “move” the process along.  (“Fecal-Fitness” if you jest.)

 

Still, up and down the routine continues.

 

A bronzed My Odd Sock
A bronzed My Odd Sock

 

Though through it all, one must remain focused on the positive.

And I admit, the many sets of “toilet-squats” have added size & strength to my thighs, depicted here in my likeness.

(Not fond of my smile on this statue.)

 

The teasing continues till my MS becomes bored and finally gives up.

It will rest like MS does and later, rear its ugly head to taunt some other part of my body.

“Na-NaNa-Na-Na.”

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9 Replies to “Na-NaNa-Na-Na”

  1. Had to look up “prarie- dogging”…..been there, done that. Who knew it had a name……….learn something new every day!! 🙂

  2. Loved the pics! Autoimmune in general does not seem to be a friend to one’s colon! Now all u need is some music to make your workout more enjoyable! Hang in there!

  3. Prairie dogging- hmmm, you learn something new every day… if you’re lucky. In my experience, having a BM is the most exercise I get in the average day. Sad, no?

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