Four years ago I experienced optic neuritis in my right eye. I had lost half of my vision and was extremely frightened. My eye doctor sent me to a neurologist (the same one I have now).
I sat in the exam room of the neurologist and my knees were literally shaking. I was terrified. What was happening to me? What was he going to say to me? I was all alone in that tiny room. The walls were covered with plagues guaranteeing me that my doctor was certified and very smart and well equipped to handle my neurological issues.
Every diploma read T. Erik Borresen, T. Erik Borresen, T. Erik Borresen. Hmm...wonder what the "T" stands for? Must be Thomas. I read every framed piece of paper starting in front of me and working my way around the room.
I was on the verge of tears. What was happening to me?! Please God make it alright. I am REALLY scared. Then I turned to my left and read the last diploma...
Thor Erik Borresen.
I laughed. I threw my head back and laughed a great big belly laugh. My doctor's name is Thor. THOR! Seriously? That is SO AWESOME! Thank you God for that; I needed to laugh. The tension in that little room was too much.
Just after my discovery my new doctor entered the room. We talked for a bit and he poked my hands and feet with a pin and asked me to balance on one foot. He asked many questions and listened and answered all of mine. He even laughed when I joked with him.
At that point in my life my MRI came out normal with no sign of MS. Four years later, this past April (2012) I was not as scared to go see him because I had met him, I knew what to expect and I had a pretty good idea that the MRI was going to show us what was happening to me.
I did not change the names in this post to protect anyone because my neurologist ROCKS! Even if his name wasn't Thor (but it is! Isn't that COOL?!) he is the best doc for me. I highly recommend him.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Long Lost Friend
I woke up this morning at 6:00 am. I just woke up. I laid there for a few minutes and I felt something I haven't felt in a long long time.
Energy.
What in the world? Energy? Like fo' real? I can get up AND shower AND fold sheets from the dryer AND make breakfast? With out stopping? Get out!
I took it slow, not used to this old friend. What has happened in her life since I last saw her? Is she seeing someone? What was the last movie she went to? Is she going to stay around for a while or is she just here for a quick visit?
I had to lay down for a half hour after all the activity. Had a quick dream on the couch that I was yelling "Ooooo! Ooooo!" and woke myself up giggling. I had to ask Fynn if I was making noise and he assured me that I had been completely silent. That was a relief.
So I finished watching the Tour de France (go Team Sky!) and cleaned up around the living room during the commercial breaks. My dear friend was still with me but it was like when you are talking to someone and they aren't really paying attention to you. Her attention was elsewhere but she was still physically there.
The Tour ended with a nail biting finish and then we had lunch. I went to the pool for 45 minutes and I felt like I had a lot of strength.
This is a new world for me. I have often had days where I felt tired or bored and I didn't want to do anything but this is different. This is not that I don't want to do something but that I literally can not get up to do it. There is no fuel in the tank at all. It is sometimes a little frightening.
So this morning when Miss Energy woke me up I took advantage of her visit. I am hoping that she comes to visit me more often. If you see her around town, remind her that I really like her and I miss her a lot.
Energy.
What in the world? Energy? Like fo' real? I can get up AND shower AND fold sheets from the dryer AND make breakfast? With out stopping? Get out!
I took it slow, not used to this old friend. What has happened in her life since I last saw her? Is she seeing someone? What was the last movie she went to? Is she going to stay around for a while or is she just here for a quick visit?
I had to lay down for a half hour after all the activity. Had a quick dream on the couch that I was yelling "Ooooo! Ooooo!" and woke myself up giggling. I had to ask Fynn if I was making noise and he assured me that I had been completely silent. That was a relief.
So I finished watching the Tour de France (go Team Sky!) and cleaned up around the living room during the commercial breaks. My dear friend was still with me but it was like when you are talking to someone and they aren't really paying attention to you. Her attention was elsewhere but she was still physically there.
The Tour ended with a nail biting finish and then we had lunch. I went to the pool for 45 minutes and I felt like I had a lot of strength.
This is a new world for me. I have often had days where I felt tired or bored and I didn't want to do anything but this is different. This is not that I don't want to do something but that I literally can not get up to do it. There is no fuel in the tank at all. It is sometimes a little frightening.
So this morning when Miss Energy woke me up I took advantage of her visit. I am hoping that she comes to visit me more often. If you see her around town, remind her that I really like her and I miss her a lot.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
The Golden Rule
My daughter (12 years old) thinks I am crazy for taking a shower at the YMCA after swimming. I have my own cubical and shower curtain. The water is hot and there is a soap dispenser on the wall (although I bring my own shampoo and face wash). The tiles are clean and so is the grout. What is the problem?
Someone might SEE you naked!
No, Honey, no one is going to see me naked.
Then I COMPLETELY embarrass her by getting dressed in the locker room. I discreetly turn towards the lockers and put on my undies and shorts while wearing my towel and then remove the towel for the upper areas.
MOM! This is NOT EUROPE! Do you think we are in FRANCE or something?
The golden rule applies in the ladies locker room. I can't speak for the men but for the ladies I certainly can.
The Golden Rule: Look onto others as you would have them look onto you.
No one wants to see you naked because they don't want you to see them naked. It is unspoken but TOTALLY understood by the over 20 year olds in the room.
12 year old doesn't get it. Nobody wants to look at your wears. Especially since she has such a great figure. NOBODY wants to see that and then look at themselves in the mirror. Nobody.
Someone might SEE you naked!
No, Honey, no one is going to see me naked.
Then I COMPLETELY embarrass her by getting dressed in the locker room. I discreetly turn towards the lockers and put on my undies and shorts while wearing my towel and then remove the towel for the upper areas.
MOM! This is NOT EUROPE! Do you think we are in FRANCE or something?
The golden rule applies in the ladies locker room. I can't speak for the men but for the ladies I certainly can.
The Golden Rule: Look onto others as you would have them look onto you.
No one wants to see you naked because they don't want you to see them naked. It is unspoken but TOTALLY understood by the over 20 year olds in the room.
12 year old doesn't get it. Nobody wants to look at your wears. Especially since she has such a great figure. NOBODY wants to see that and then look at themselves in the mirror. Nobody.
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