Possibly Maybe…Perhaps?

Fatigue, I'd like to sit down please, Life is hard, MS, Multiple Sclerosis, Sexy foxes

Hey, man. Let’s talk. I mean, I’ll talk, obviously, and you’ll listen. Because that’s our relationship dynamic, isn’t it?  No need to go rocking the metaphorical boat. Let’s settle into our comfortable groove, tred that well-worn path, commence this post.  

 
Indulge me, if you will, by taking yourself way back in time to Monday. Oh how we laugh at the way things were then: the fashions, the turns of phrase, the hopes and dreams… *wipes tears of mirth from eyes* Are you there? Good. On Monday, dear reader, I was full of the joys of early summer. I had succeeded in successfully shunning Monsieur Fatigue!  


His wiles were not for me. No longer was I separated from the technicolour flurries of life by a gauzy film! I was both human and dancer! I cautiously tweeted my victory! I marked some coursework! Made some gluten and dairy-free brownies! Told my neighbour that I was fine now! Pontificated on which of the anti-fatigue strategems was my best piece of weaponry! A triumphant day indeed. 

O hubris! The downfall of many a story-tale hero. And an equal number of over-confident MSers. Monsieur Fatigue is more artful than I’d given him credit for.  

 Foxier. But not in a sexy way. Damn him!  

 
So, yeah, I’m back to feeling like gravity, in homage to Spinal Tap, has turned itself up to 11. 

Good times! Now get out. 

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