As a long time sufferer of AS, a nasty degenerative inflammatory joint disease I have become adept at hiding the daily pain and discomfort from the outside world using mind over matter and Percocet (with a prescription of course). All those years of trying to appear “normal” were thrown out the window a week ago when, after a 4 day stint in the hospital I was told I most likely am the lucky recipient of yet another fun acronym, MS.
A final determination will be made after a few more weeks of tests and brain scans where I’m told, if I’m lucky it could end up being just a run of the mill brain tumor.
No matter the diagnosis, at least for he time being, my brain has gone all whackadoodle on my hiney. Gone are the days where I could act “normal”, or at least normal for me. Now just walking without falling down is a chore, let alone not looking like I’m a drunk wobbling across the room. My motor skills are all out of sorts you see, so I have added yet another acronym to my life – BS, as in having both AS and MS is BS, OK?.
