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Walk MS connects people living with MS and those who care about them.
http://main.nationalmssociety.org/goto/jenvogie Last year, I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. Looking back, I realize that my onset was back in 2000. Since then I have struggled with brain fog, chronic fatigue, pins and needles and a plethora of other strange symptoms. Last year, I developed Optic Neuritis, which is what led to my diagnosis. Since then I have increased difficulty with walking. It's taking a toll on my body and have had to cut back hours at work; which is horribly frustrating.I have decided to volunteer to help at the walk MS in Naperville IL on May 7, 2017 and would greatly appreciate any support that can be offered.
What is a legacy?
My thoughts: broken & scattered leaves caught in a windstorm
I've had brain fog off and on for 16 years. Lately, it seems to always be lurking. It's so frustrating to know that you feel passionate about something, so strong your bones vibrate, stomach clenches, your chest swells and you can't communicate it. Because your thoughts scatter, leaves in a windstorm, you try and convey what you feel, everything fragments.
Angry because inside your head there is yelling: "you know this! you've studied this! you've lived this!" Nothing, broken leaves. You can't remember, you can't formulate a well-thought out response because the street lights have all gone out. You just know how you feel but you fear communicating it b/c you can't trust your own mind to represent itself clearly, because your mind can't build up a defense, certainly not fast enough, not vast enough to cover all that is thrown your way.
Truth is what I admire most about the women's march was that they found their voices, and even if all of it wasn't logical or something other people could relate to, they were able to express themselves loud and clear.
Some days, the fog clears a bit, and I can handle things like recipes with more than 5 steps or knitting patterns, sometimes I read quickly through an argument/article/impassioned rhetoric and have it click without having to go line by line, word by word, multiple times.
I cling to the moments where I strike sharp tac-like, full of humor. I never liked (oh shit the word is gone... not discord but, like it) confrontation. I can be passive aggressive- it's a fault, I'm working on it, when I remember. I'm leery of those who seem to thrive off of it, especially now, when I now I'm not up to par. I sit back, watching people tear each other apart, or feeding off each other's shared disdain for something or some group of people;, they circle, pin down opponents, fierce predators eager to slash them apart and feast upon their weaknesses: raptors. Meanwhile, I feel akin to the birds who continuously fly into my window; fluttering, confused and aimless only to end up lying in the bushes and wondering: "how in the hell did I get here?"
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Multiple Sclerosis can:
“But can’t they DO something about your illness?!?!?!”
President-elect Donald Trump, flanked by his wife, Melania, and Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell of Ky., gives a thumbs-up on Capitol Hill in Washington, Thursday, Nov. 10, 2016, after their meeting. The election of Donald Trump as president is a bitter pill to swallow for millions of Americans
When you realize you don't have enough yarn to finish your project
and you don’t have the label and don’t remember where you got it.
I have the label, know where I got it but, the store is out and the shipping cost is more than the yarn....
Domestic-Disaster turned 5 today!
I love that my dad is such a nerd for computers. Out of nowhere: “want to try a different computer?” and then *poof* a new/used computer he built is under my desk just waiting for me to attempt to remember all my user names, passwords, bookmarks.... I swear, he’s like a computer Santa, his bedroom is his workshop, and he needs to train my kids to be computer building elves.
Today, author J. D. Vance tells us about his new bestseller Hillbilly Elegy: A Memoir of a Family and a Culture in Crisis. “Poverty is the family tradition,” Vance writes, “Americans call them hillbillies, rednecks or white trash. I call them neighbors friends and family.”
Vance grew up in a rustbelt town in Ohio, in a family from the hills of eastern Kentucky. He writes about the social isolation, poverty, addiction, as well as religious and political changes – in his family and in greater Appalachia.
“In the Ohio county where I grew up, Butler County, deaths from overdoses actually outnumber deaths from natural causes,” Vance tells Fresh Air’s Terry Gross. “In a lot of ways I was at the ground floor of the opioid epidemic because I saw it happening with my mom.”
Hear the interview.
I have posted this before and I say again, HOW IN THE HELL DO I SIGN UP FOR STUFF LIKE THIS?!
So, there were two ways in which communities racially-segregated pools at the time. One was through official segregation, and so police officers and city officials would prevent black Americans from entering pools that had been earmarked for whites. The other way of segregating pools was through violence.
And so, a city like Pittsburgh, it did not pass an official policy of racial segregation at its pools. But rather, the police and the city officials allowed, and in some cases encouraged, white swimmers to literally beat black swimmers out of the water, as a means of segregating pools, as a means of intimidating them from trying to access pools.
And now Simone Manuel is the first African-American woman to win a medal in an individual swimming event. And that medal is gold.
This is huge deal… The stigma that black people cant swim, or black women don’t want to get their hair wet. And now a Black Woman is the FASTEST SWIMMER IN THE WORLD! This is awesome.
Thank you for posting this. THANK YOU. And for those who think this was “a long time ago”, my mother was born in 1964 when this was all going on so like. Please miss me with that “a long time ago in a galaxy far far away” shit.
I have decided to hide candy in the vegetable drawer; nobody ever looks in there.