MS can literally make a person black and blue as it disrupts balance and challenges walking ability. Blogger Trevis Gleason fights back by laughing when MS lands him on the floor and cursing when getting out of bed is harder than it should be.
There are many reasons that people living with multiple sclerosis (MS) know about being black and blue. We bruise when we fall, run into furniture, bump into walls — and sometimes we don’t even know what caused the shades of discoloration on our bodies.
But there is another kind of black and a different blue that has been helpful to me in living with MS. It’s something I had a chat about recently with a group of Golden Circle Sponsors for the National Multiple Sclerosis Society: Black humor and blue language.
If I Didn’t Laugh About Multiple Sclerosis, I’d Cry
Many will know of my adage about laughing and MS: If I didn’t laugh, I’d cry … and I’ve cried enough over multiple sclerosis.
It’s often black humor about one MS event or another that helps me to laugh. If I weren’t to make a joke from my prone position on the floor, for example, there would be an uncomfortable pause in a crowd of friends. If I laugh about it, however, others will laugh with me rather than feeling sorry for me.
All of the donors at the MS Society event had some important connection to MS. Still, my brash (and, perhaps, borderline inappropriate) comments caught a few people off guard.
Hey, it works for me to be irreverent about MS. It helps me cope to have a go at the disease that keeps on giving (and taking). My brand of getting on with a life with MS isn’t for everyone, but it works — most of the time — for me.
I Love to Swear, and What Better to Swear at Than MS?
What I did rein in a good bit on the night of the event was my blue language.
Perhaps it’s because I do a bit of writing and love the sound of words (all words). Maybe because my first career was at sea. Surely my current abode in the land of effing and blinding (in two languages!) has something to do with it. Hand-to-god, I heard the local parish priest once say as I was passing on my bicycle, “For fecksake, Jerry. Can your man not keep his head out of his arse for two minutes on end?”
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