I was diagnosed with MS (Multiple Sclerosis), conclusively, in September 2007. Since then, I've bought a house with my wife (whom I married in August when I merely had a 90%+ chance of having MS), changed my job from conventional work to being a freelancer and I've acquired a bitey little puppy. I've got a lot going on but this is such a weird disease, it touches on everything I do, nibbling away at sensation or taking a chunk out of my vision or motor control... it leaves me with a lot of things to say that I can't readily bring up in normal conversation ("More tea dear?" "I'm becoming concerned that my MS is going to corrode my personality and I'll end up as a disease bore. Pass the sugar..."), but nevertheless need to be said. Even if its only to myself. Also, if there's even a slight chance that any retarded insight I happen to have can help one other person with the stuff they are going through, then I gotta jump at it.
So I blog. Or I'm going to, I think, from this point on.
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