![]() ![]() In this case, the 80’s phrase “gag me with a spoon” popped into my mind which made me think of MS as a big old nasty spoon gagging me. And then, to cheer me up I make fun of the scare. Multiple sclerosis does something terrifying and I look to my faith to help me through. I do.Īnd more importantly, this story illustrates what has become my MS coping method. Many of you may not believe this, but that’s ok. I am convinced it was that line that helped me through my scare. If you are not aware, Footprints in the Sand is a lovely story written by Mary Stevenson about how God is always with us. Little by little I could feel my breath coming back and I began to panic less. As I was panicking and not breathing, I happened to look down at the throw and caught the words “was only one set of footprints” and no lie, the wheezing began to let up. I like to make objects in my home do double duty.)Īnyway, back to the near death experience. In this case, my throw was covering an ugly storage bin filled with sappy junk I don’t think I should throw away but don’t know what else to do with. (For definition purposes a throw is a very small blanket that is sort of useless unless you throw it on something to cover up something else that doesn’t look very nice. It was while I was moving around that something caught my eye. How to explain then, how I started frantically walking around my apartment, away from my cell phone, and waving my arms wildly as if that would help? It occurred to me that I may have to dial 911. Since I live alone and couldn’t breathe my panic during this choking fit increased. ![]() ![]() (Yes I have chugged wine but don’t panic it was in my twenties and it was only the cheap stuff.) I would have been frustrated if I wasn’t so frightened I hadn’t chugged the water and it was water! What did it get stuck on?įor the record, I have never gagged on diet soda or wine, not even when I was chugging them. It seemed like it went on for several minutes although it probably wasn’t quite that long. I couldn’t breathe and I began making these horrific sounds, maybe called wheezing but since I don’t think I’ve wheezed before, I can’t say exactly. Yes, we all have had times where something goes down our wind pipe the wrong way and we start to choke but then quickly recover. She wasn’t suggesting gulping the water, but she felt lingering too long while you drank it increased your bladder problems.Īs I took a regular sip this morning I began to gag. I’m proud to say that I don’t even like the taste anymore and now drink a lot of water.Īt an MS talk I went to once a neurologist recommended that for those with bladder issues it’s better to drink the water rapidly, not by taking small sips like you’re supposed to do with wine. I soon learned that my second favorite drink in the whole wide world (wine holds the top spot,) was poison and I broke myself of the cola habit. When I was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis I was addicted to diet soda. Unless you look at it in a random sort of way, which, of course, I always do. But I encourage you to check it out on the Butyoudontlooksick website.Īctually though, the Spoon Theory has little to do with what today’s blog is about. For fear of Google thinking I’m stealing her work, I hesitate to go into too much detail about it here. I did some research and I think and hope the author of the Spoon Theory is Christine Miserandino. It’s an essay/story/explanation of how one woman uses spoons to describe chronic illness fatigue to her friend. You’ve probably heard of the Spoon Theory. ![]() Another very scary multiple sclerosis moment mixed with some 80’s fun ![]()
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