Mostly funny.

My M.S., ever present. All though I deny it's presence, it comes to me like a fog, still, pressing. Gone for a day or months. Returning like an old unwelcome friend. M.S. hides and waits until I can not resist anymore. It breaks my body down but, not my spirit. Today I must rest. Tomorrow is another day to fight. My body rests while the pain awakens. No distractions today. I have a greater understanding for those that are immobile. My mind is always there ready to be tortured by my own hidden demons. There's some mention about "idle hands being the devils play ground." Who ever said that must have had some personal experience. I've been reading a book that reminds me to look at life with the eyes of a child. I've been trying this notion for a couple of days. Life is easier when you try to look at life with the eyes of a child. I guess I just need to find the fun in everything. It sounds pretty easy when you read it back to yourself. It's harder typed than done. M.S. has been a part of my life for 20 years yet, after all my efforts it surprises me when it sneaks in under the walls. That sucks doesn't it? We all get something. Something positive to say about M.S. M.S. is truly a motivational disease. There, that's mostly funny.