It is so hot today, and It’s been hot all last week. It looks like this week will be the same. Heat is not good for people with Multiple Sclerosis, who have to deal with heat intolerance.
I copied this from the site, Brain Blogger.
I went out today to run some errands with my husband. I had four places to go on my list. All would be very short stops since I knew precisely what I wanted. After the second stop, I told my husband we were going to skip one place.
The air was laying down on me like a lover pressing down into me. This lover was not giving me pleasure but a sense of wanting to throw him out of my bed.
At the second stop, I could feel my legs turn to rubber as I maneuvered my way up the curb and into the store hanging on to my cane as though it was the third leg. We do need this third leg. Without it, it’s as though someone has taken out two of our legs instead of one. We turn into a puddle of helplessness laying on the ground while people walk around us trying to avoid getting wet.
I sit here with heavy-lidded eyes wanting to finish a project for a dear friend. Instead, I sit here trying to see the screen and wishing there weren’t two of everything, making it difficult to spell. When I came in the door, I headed straight for the first chair I saw, and it happened to be my office chair. The table on which my projects waits is maybe 10 feet from me but feels like it’s a mile or more away.
I hate what heat does to me. I was at a garage sale last weekend, and I turned beet red so that everyone was concerned for me. The sun turned into something ugly just beating down on me. I felt singled out by it. I sat down, and people ran to get me something to drink. I didn’t have to complain about anything because my face was a dead giveaway. I don’t like that either. I prefer to keep my misery close to my chest.