Hi all,
Thanks for all the responses.
Things have settled down a little bit, although I appear to be developing a cold. Which is always fun. I'm taking it easy though. Been going to work though as it all settled down, luckily work were ok with me being in as they knew about the MC, that said I'm off tomorrow just to give myself chance to recover from the cold of doom.
HappyBird wrote:
I think Blue Badges (disabled badges) should be awarded to anyone suffering with MC.
I disagree with this. My understanding is that the blue badge is for those who can't walk far. But that is a debate for another day.
Polly wrote:Hi Naty,
Not much more to add to the good advice you have already received......except the possibility that you may have developed a new sensitivity. Most likely culprits would be soy and eggs, IMHO. It is not unusual for new sensitivities to develop over time.
Anyway, good to hear from you again, even though I'm sorry for the reason.
Hope the flare is short-lived and that you are back on track ASAP.
Love and hugs,
Polly
Hi Polly,
I don't like soy and hardly eat eggs so I doubt it is anything to do with either of those. I'm hoping it isn't anything to do with food intolerances though, I really don't think I can deal with any more! I am however looking into this as we speak just to make sure it isn't food intolerance related.
TREESE wrote:Hi, Nat - this may not be the case with you at all, but what you said about how it felt to use the Disabled Bathroom resonated with me, but on a different level. Still, maybe it's worth mentioning.
When I was in my 30s, my Back went terribly awry. Pain and more pain, and crippling spasms that never gave me a moment's peace for 5 years. YES, 5 Years. But, I was strong minded and determined Not to allow my own head to do me in. Shortly after, someone I knew made a comment about my one day winding up in a wheelchair if I didn't improve soon. That remark upset me so badly that I instantly made a mental decision that I Never would. But 4 years into it, I was attending a function (a healing Mass, actually) and in order to be prayed over, each person with pain was given a wheelchair so as to be wheeled up front to be prayed on first. Otherwise, I would not have gotten a seat, since each service was filled to capacity.
The moment I sat in that wheelchair, I was broken. The reality of my situation and my complete inability to conquer it through my best efforts alone, will-power and all, hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt all was lost just because of that final straw of having to sit in that wheelchair in spite of my promise to myself. But, you know what? It actually opened me up somehow. A secret burden I was carrying was lifted. I didn't have to hide the fact that I had needs and needed help, anymore. The shame dissipated, too. Maybe I didn't leave there healthy, but I did leave there far less burdened.
Maybe you might relate to that in some way, since you never used a disabled person bathroom before and when you did, Bang!! The last straw!
I do hope you won't mind my sharing my own experience. It may not be your experience at all, but I so wanted to help share your burden that I had to try.
You have friends, here, Nat. We're with you Glad you wrote and shared!
Feel better,
TREESE
I'm sorry for your experience Terese, it sounds like it was a really difficult experience for you. In a way, I accepted the MC when I was diagnosed with it, the I was lucky enough to not flare for a long time. But I suppose I just forgot how debilitating it can be when it does rear its ugly head.
'The more difficulties one has to encounter, within and without, the more significant and the higher in inspiration his life will be.' Horace Bushnell
Diagnosed with MC (LC) Aug 2010