Under the radar

When I reached the age of thirty, I was helping my father-in-law do some gardening when I bent over to pick up a leaf and I felt a twang somewhere in my lumbar region. This twang put me completely out-of-action for a week or so afterwards. My GP had simply smiled and said, “welcome to

Hi! How are you?

“I’m pretty shit to be honest. I’m in the crap gap. “Sorry, I should explain. It’s that time between my medication wearing off and my next dose or infusion. I get an infusion every six months… “In hospital, yeah. I have to go to Sheffield for it. I get a day off from work for

“C’mon get in the car. Let’s go for a ride somewhere…”

“So, where are you guys from? “The UK? Do you guys know Totten-Ham? “See, I follow your soccer and I support Totten-Ham Hotspur. I’m a Hotspur fan. “Do you know why I support Hotspur? “Well, I’m a fan of the Dave Clarke 5, and they’re from Totten-Ham, and they support Hotspur. “Do you know the

DVLA 2022

Like most MSers in the UK, I have to renew my driving license every three years. What should be a simple job – where I tell the licensing authority (the DVLA) that nothing has changed and I get my licence back – often turns into a year-long tug-of-war between me and the authorities. Because you’re

Fampridine trial thoughts

I’ve just come off my trial period of Fampridine and I’ve decided to carry on with it. Fampridine is a potassium channel blocker which ultimately means that messages can travel along nerves more efficiently. It’s prescribed for MS patients like me, with a walking disability. It’s something I would take alongside the other medications I’m

A postcard from Limboland

A month ago, if you asked me how tall I was, I’d say I was a six footer. It seems I’m not. I’m a five-foot-ten-and-a-half short-arse apparently, so essentially I’ve lost an inch and a half (4cm) in height. Even if you consider I may have always rounded up by half an inch, and I

Foot-ups, Fampridine and familiar faces

The other day was a good day for me and my MS. Not because I felt any better or any different, but because I got a few things sorted, and I dealt with positive healthcare professionals as I did so. Firstly, I had a hospital appointment with a cheery orthotics specialist to fit me with

Accepting the stick man

As I mentioned in my last post, I have recently started Ocrelizumab infusions. After a year of lockdown, this has involved a couple of trips to the city for long days in hospital hooked to a drip and, face-to-face interaction with other living and breathing human beings outside of the family bubble. I have noticed

“It’s a miracle!”

I don’t want to tempt fate and I don’t want to count chickens before they’ve hatched or any of that but… …It seems I can walk again. Now, this doesn’t mean I’ve been to see some Jim Jones style preacher, and it also doesn’t mean I’ve quaffed some magical elixir derived from a temple in

Sticking at it

I plucked up the courage to go down to my allotment the other day. The first proper visit of the year is always a bit daunting. I can see the allotment as it’s just behind where I live, so I know that my plot has spent a number of days recently under a foot or