Cut All Save Life Support

Having a tough time today. Legs feel like they've been pulled and twisted in some kind of Medieval torture device--you know, the sort that pulls the bones out of joint and tears the muscles in the process. Yeah, that kind. Need to pop a Lortab or two, but Abdul wouldn't get out of the bathroom, where my pills are kept.

(note to self: must move pills from bathroom to bedroom).

Curious that the neck muscles seem to be connected to the leg muscles, though this must be the case, for the pain in my legs is skipping my back altogether and then showing up again in my neck and shoulders.

(must remember to write long technical essay on the truth about anatomy, along with connect-the-dots activity pages).

Now lets get this straight once for all--since the central nervous system in the person suffering from MS is working overtime to maintain the basic processes of existence, the addition of any kind of stress, be it uncommon physical effort (doing yard work, climbing a hill, having sexual intercourse), extreme weather conditions (heat, humidity), emotional upset (death of a loved one, divorce, wife having period), or unusual cognitive demands (doing taxes, helping with 3rd grade arithmetic, having to do more than one errand, writing anything less vacuous than what I'm writing right now) causes the system to overheat just as if it were an old Ford with a leaky radiator (a particularly apt description in my case) and begin to hiss and spit and chug along in quite an unsatisfactory manner.

This is where the life support systems begin to shut down--like in the old Star Trek shows, or in Jurassic Park. Yup, we're gonna have to cut power to all but minimum life support, Scotty. Guess what? The containment fences are off line, and the man eating dinosaurs are loose!

This brings us to the Swine Flu . . . or rather, God forbid!