Having a common cold when you also have multiple sclerosis is just about the same as feeling like you're one step away from the grave. A baby step at that.
Those things that you already suffer from at baseline--various muscle aches and pains, unsteadiness in the legs, a fluctuating though ever present sense of fatigue, the constant challenge of clear cognition--grow monstrous as the body tries to deal with the symptoms of this new illness.
From the outset you are overwhelmed. Your system was already working at peak capacity just to deal with the MS, and now this! No, it is not just a cold, not just a common winter virus--it's a tidal wave, a tsunami, a landslide.
First the right, then the left, and you're down for the count--blind sided, sucker punched--it's a TKO.
And so there you lie upon your bed, an inanimate lump, a boneless slug.
Are you sick? someone asks.
Erg, you answer.
Do you want some soup?
Merk . . . "
Would aspirin help?
Glubb.
Your desires cannot be deciphered. Speech is beyond your means. Language itself has been bound and gagged by illness. If only you could vocalize your true desire--
New body . . . new body.
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