It’s cold, my arthritic ankle with the displaced bone is screaming at me, due to the cold. My mother had a heart attack, we had to say goodbye to our fifteen year old four legged, canine son, McQueen, who had been with us for thirteen of those years (He was a rescue.), and his eighteen year old feline sister (Her name was Mangie. She showed up at our second floor back door fire escape as a tiny kitten. We started feeding her. Her hair was matted, so we nicknamed her Mangie. Once she came inside, the moniker stuck.) decided she wasn’t going to hang around without her brother, so we said goodbye to her two weeks and a day after saying goodbye to McQueen. It’s been a rough few weeks, to say the least.
As many people know, stress can drastically effect MS symptoms. So can drastic changes in temperature. Double whammy right now. In the past month, here in Nashvegas, we have had both seventy degree weather, and (like today) dropped down to temps in the teens within days of each other. This wreaks havoc on my body. From joints aching terribly bad, (My ankle feels like a bone is breaking in there, every forth or fifth step I take.) to pseudo-exacerbations, (That is a situation where you get symptoms similar to a relapse, but it’s really just a flare up of the problems that already exist.), to crazy heavy brain fog, MS just loves to team up with Mother Nature to torture those of us fighting it. Sometimes, during these times, it honestly feels like the universe has it out for me. Well, you know what, Mother Nature? Fuck you. We’ve never gotten along very well anyway, but I was willing to be the bigger man. I’m done with that. I’m going to use as much plastic, paper, straws, hairspray (even though I don’t need it), weed killer, whatever hurts you, so you can feel in return what you are doing to me.
You see, she and I have never really gotten along well. I grew up in rural northern Illinois with winter from about October through April, most years. I hate cold AND snow. During the summer months, hobbits would come to our area trying to dispose of magic rings, it gets so hot. Along with that came multitudes of biting, buzzing, stinging insects. So, yeah. I hate her, and she seems to feel the same about me. We used to have a very tenuous treaty, but now that I have MS………..well, that treaty is no longer being honored by her, so why should I continue to?
DO YOU HEAR ME MOTHER NATURE? I’M COMIN’ FOR YA, AND I’M BRINGIN’ HELL WITH ME!
Seriously, though. This year of Two Thousand and Nineteen has kicked off to a fucked up start. We aren’t even through month three, and I’m already ready to see if next year will be better. One heart attack, and two dead fur babies. And it’s only March. Yeah. This year can suck it, and choke on the emission. I don’t dare say, “It can’t get much worse.” because Mother Nature has a way of proving me wrong quite often. I think she would take it as a challenge.
We have one fur baby left. Lucille. She’s part Siamese, but you would never guess it, looking at her pudgy self. She’s the last one standing. In a matter of six years we’ve gone from six of us down to three of us. The house is so quiet, now. No Simon. No McQueen. No Mangie. Hang on, Lucille! You bitchy little eating machine! You’re all we’ve got left!
Well, fuck it. This is all I have for this one. And, sorry, but I warned you it wasn’t a feel good post. Let’s hope we start going up from here. Karma better get to work on evening this shit out. C’mon, Queen Karma! Jen and I need some payback!
Until next time……………