Sunday, March 8, 2009

Forward motion

Joe and I went to Ms. Lina's art show closing this afternoon. We had a glass of wine, learned about methodologies and mediation, and then went and had a burger and fries at the greasy spoon down the block from our house.

I walked from 12th Ave to the equivalent of 19th Ave. That's 7 blocks. I walked them and my leg didn't go floppy. It went floppy shortly after arriving home, but it didn't stop working while I was outside of the house.

I've had no further side effects of the treatment. Every day since my treatment I've woken up with more energy and more or longer lasting abilities.

If I can't find something worthwhile to do with the rest of my life, it may just be all a waste of time. I've got to use these physical gains while I've got them, because goodness only knows how long it will last. The nature of MS is one of uncertainty; a level of uncertainty we all have but don't have to acknowledge. Tomorrow I might not be able to walk, or talk, or see. It's not likely, but it is not outside the realm of possibility. Tomorrow you might be hit by a bus. Again, not likely, but not impossible. Having MS just seems to make me more conscious of making plans based on what I can do today, while always having to remember not to plan the results because I might not be able to complete those plans tomorrow.

I've been thinking about the future, and trying to figure out in what direction I want to direct my energies. I need to consider what I need to be fulfilled along with the ability to take this new direction and earn an income on either side of the Canada/US border. I think that I'm putting together some ideas in my head.

If the personal is political and vice versa, then there are a couple of ways I can put what I am interested in to good use. I believe very strongly in health education, as in physical, sexual and mental health. I also believe very strongly that governments and communities play a big role in influencing the public.

There's got to be a way to combine public health with public service. There's got to be some way of making health a political issue.

Yet I think that these are just the musings of a cognitively impaired mind.

I'm pretty sure that no one other than me is interested in this shit.

1 comment:

  1. Just wanted to let you know I'm reading, and I love you.