We certainly know how to enjoy ourselves in our little household.
Yesterday, after some lovely chicken pie, my big toe went completely numb (I’m not saying the two are connected, but we’re having lamb next Sunday).
Unable to keep this to myself, I nimbly/numbly stumbled into the living room and told The Teenager.
‘I can’t feel my big toe!! See (flick) nothing! Go on, you try.’
‘Mum. You’re weird. If you weren’t my mum, you’d be the kind of person you tell me not to talk to.’
‘Look, try this (finds a drawing pin), you be the neurologist. Just press it on to my toe.’
‘*sigh* Did you feel that?’
‘No! Weird, huh?’
‘That was my ankle. It’s fine. Give me that.’
I’m no stranger to numbness. One of my first symptoms was completely numb feet, making walking a painful and tedious exercise in tentative negotiation, often resulting in ‘hilarious’ trips, foot drop making matters even worse. I was on first-name terms with every pavement in the vicinity.
Since my last relapse, things have calmed down a bit, although my feet still constantly tingle and buzz. In fact, I can’t remember the last time they didn’t. If I could go back to that very last day of ‘normal’ feet, I’d wear
4 6 8 inch Jimmy Choos for 24 hours and dance til dawn. Then I’d box-frame them (using my glue gun, natch) and hang them on the wall.
Numbness is an odd sensation, and to other people it doesn’t even sound like a troubling symptom, but it sure makes life…..interesting. If I hold a book for too long, numb fingers. Waking up in the morning, numb arms. Sit for too long, numb legs. No wonder The Teenager calls me Numb Numb.
But as with most of MS’s weird and wonderful box of tricks, it’s surprising how much I’m used to it now, especially dropping things. I am a past master.
Like the other day when I was in a smart cafe having breakfast. You know, those places that don’t just put your beans on the plate, they serve them in dinky little chrome buckets (why?). You can see where I’m going with this. The thing flew out my hands, I caught it, smiled with relief, then it jumped back out my very loose grip and clattered across the floor. Raised eyebrows from the next table.
The waitress rushed over, ‘Is everything ok?’ It was so tempting to say, ‘pull up a chair love, this may take some time….’
I obviously go to the wrong places for breakfast. Never had my beans in a little bucket.
They’re kind of cute, but a pain to tip the beans out of. Bean-buckets, meh.
hate those little baskets/buckets, can never get all the beans out ;p
I’ve cut my toes before and never noticed until someone else pointed out the blood, freaks people out :p
Can’t say I’ve cut my toes (what were you doing??), but I’ve caught a nail on the curly bits at the side!
no idea, probably waked into something sharp and dint feel it :/
Bless. I’ve just been for my monthly blood test. Can never look when they do it.
watching them take blood doesnt bug me at all, i could almost take blood myself if my hand was a little more steady
You’re a braver person than I am!
This had me laughing!! I’ve lost count at the times something has just flown out of my hands, I really thought I had it then it’s gone and the first you know of it is when you hear the crash or thud on the floor. Very weird.
It reminds me of when I had my MRI scan, by the end my arms had gone completely numb, I wasn’t sure how I was going to make my exit without a spectacular display of all things wonky!!
Isn’t it awful?! Last night and this morning have been particularly bad for me. Poor cat’s now traumatised by seeing a can of soup flying towards her.
Sadly I have wooden floors throughout.
I have had so much blood taken because of the bleeding disorder, its almost normal to have done :p
that must be tough.