Jelly Wobbles

So. Today my legs decide that they want a career change; they don't want to be legs any more, they'd rather be jelly towers. Which is great for them, but they could have warned me in advance that they were going to be practising their wobbling skills while I was walking across campus this morning... 

They seem to be doing a lot of this recently.The weekend before Easter I went shopping with the boyf and his parents. I was walking back to the car with them, happily minding my own business, thinking of the new jeans I'd just bought myself, when all of a sudden I'm sitting on the floor in a puddle of shopping bags, thinking, 'how on earth did I end up here?' 

It's not just my legs that have been a bit 'wobbly' of late - I don't want this blog to turn into one of those ranty pages, so I won't go into all the gory details, but suffice it to say that over the past six months or so, I've been metaphorically shadow boxing, and the shadow's been winning more than I'd like to admit...

Anyway, recently I've been having a few MS-related problems, mostly with neuropathic pain, fatigue-like symptoms (I don't want to say fatigue outright, in case it isn't), and a sort of minor aphasia, and it's been getting me a little bit down-in-the-dumps, which obviously doesn't help with the whole degree thing.

I will admit that I've been neglecting to clean all the things too...This lethargy thing has more downsides than you first imagine. I've put on about 3 stone and 2 dress sizes in about a year and a half, and feeling constantly tired and in pain doesn't really inspire you to go and do the rounds of the gym - especially when your clever university spend millions on a new sports centre, but then make the gym about a third of the size they need it to be... Queueing for the weights machines when your legs have decided on a career change is never fun

 So anyway, getting slowly to the point, the best friend very kindly gave me a well deserved kick up the backside, and reminded me that, in the words of Terry Pratchet, I 'don't have MS, MS has [me]', and that I should make it rue the day it got me! She also very kindly suggested that maybe I should try and ease myself back into doing regular exercise, since we're regularly told that the stuff released from exercise cancels out pain, and makes you feel better. At least I can rely on the bff to remind me what's what from time to time, even if most of it comes out as jibberish at the time...