I haven’t written a blog post tribute to miracles in my life in ages. That’s because I haven’t been feeling it. Too many aches, pains, and complaints. Too much tainted, foul air due to the tedium of rancorous politics. And, the personal worst: my muscle spasms/joint jerks still plague me.
Thank goodness my brain has an overload of endorphins to combat the evil that’s within and without.
I love making people laugh; it’s better than pity.
But that’s what my life circumstances have evoked when I cite the litany of diagnostic procedures I endured: two EEGs, a complete set of head-to-tailbone spinal MRIs (four), dueling opinions of three neurologists, a lumbar spinal puncture. The worst predicament (besides the spasm/jerks) is the inability to secure an appointment for a coveted test until June 2025.
The list I recite to people who ask could be set to the tune of “The Twelve Days of Christmas” (which are near.) Click the blue link to listen to the cheer:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BwIv0xTDlcY
It’s been a siege of nearly four years, and there’s been little abatement. Along the way, there’s been a medication with great promise prescribed… that didn’t help ameliorate my issue and dashed my hopes. It was hard to rally after that one.
I guess I should consider it a miracle that the amplitude and frequency have reduced. That is, the involuntary muscle spasms/joint jerks have receded to nighttime, seldom to be seen and evoke the dreaded pity during the day. It was a miracle that the early embarrassment of big jerks and spasms was during our Covid Stay-cation.Another miracle is that an army of prayer warriors are willing to intercede and my physicians all care.
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