Chocolate milk aided ruminations

It was a long day, and I firmly believe I have earned the privilege of eating peanuts and drinking chocolate milk. It’s late, well almost, and my body is in bad shape. It really needs rest, it says. But I’m the silent rebel. I’m the martyr. So here I am, thanking my fingers for the ability to type these words, and thanking you, gentle reader, for being interested in my world. Do I think it was a good day? Well, yes, I would say so, even though, at another level, it was pretty miserable because I could assess my losses in more detail. But knowledge is power, they say.

I like snow. I don’t mind the cold. It is hot and humid weather that affects me badly. MS is a strange beast. I didn’t feel like getting up, but I did just that when the alarm went off at six thirty. I took a quick shower and used kiwi/lime shampoo and kiwi/lime conditioner. My hair, which has grown to an unprecedented length, and I were both thrilled about the delicious fragrance. Ah, how I love conditioner! I ate an enormous grapefruit for breakfast. As I was stabbing the wedges with the knife, I was pleasantly reminded of a poem I once wrote from the perspective of a grapefruit. This was about twelve years ago. Ah, how time flies.

It took me a fairly long time to get dressed. I found it a little hard to insert my limbs in the right places. But I persisted. The bus leaves at 7.26 and I was able to get ready by 7.10. “Good job, buster,” I told myself and reclined on my still sleepy bed. At 7.20 I walked over to the bus stop, crossing the road. The sidewalk was covered by crunchy snow. I liked hearing the triumphant sound of my shoes. Crunch crunch. The driver was different today. He said, “hey buddy! Let me lower the steps for ya.” He was friendly, and he smiled. Thank God for smiling people.

Thursday is my long day. I had lunch at Subway. Oh, I also wrote the 2000 words today. I’m slightly concerned about the quality of the words, but something is better than nothing, right? I had my Creative Writing Pedagogy class, and I was glad to be able to talk at least a little bit. I only had to introduce myself. Speaking is becoming harder…

My pedagogy seminar was great, but alas, I’m tongue-tied. If I have to utter even a monosyllable, I feel like I’m about to climb Everest. I once used to perform… L But I will count my blessings. My world is full of people who understand my limitations. Once in a while someone might drop me because I’m too much to deal with, but generally, I’m blessed with people who don’t wait for me to even ask for help. They offer without my asking. I’m moved to tears. They come easily these days, probably a part of my laughing/weeping syndrome.

Then I realized I had to wait in the cold until 8.55 for a bus, the class having been over at 8.20. As I was heading downstairs, Jessica got into the elevator and offered me a ride! Amazing how things happen. How can I not believe in a divine design? Thank you, Jessica, for your goodness and loving generosity of spirit.

I don’t have any classes tomorrow. I go for a massage, which always helps me a lot, and after that, I will be meeting John for a Bible study. The world is good and kind to me. I just feel a little down sometimes. Tomorrow will be a good day. I believe in that. It will. It will.