For me, a few years ago when I could no longer stand on my toes
or heels more and more as time went on… momentum of any kind
become difficult. Either it is progression or a two liter bottle of
soda has become very heavy. My days at the Casino are now just
good memories, climbing a 32’ ladder to clean gutters without
concern, having to do mostly everything with just my right hand,
so far. sitting in my fully equipped shop now just looking at it all.
When I read some of the “Could This Be ALS’ers” almost wanting,
thinking or weirdly hoping it’s ALS… my fingers sometimes reach
for the key board. They don’t have any idea of what this disease really
is and how much of life changes to fear, inability after inability,
(not weakness but failure), becoming more and more dependent on
someone else or others, loss of skills, a tray of meds to keep track
of… when to take with or without food or before, struggle to control
body temperature, struggle to get comfortable, be careful of not
dealing with or going into depression causing more meds for that.
There’s more… but I’ve probably rambled on too long already.
Hope this hasn’t come across as woe is me. Probably posted too many
times this month so far… too much time sitting at this desk I guess.
I'll try and just read for a while.