My Kryptonite

Oh, yeah. Now I remember. Maybe it’s a feature of my MS brain (what’s left of it), or simply a human-evolution survival mechanism, or maybe it’s just me, but when the weather turned beastly hot the other day, it took me a bit to figure out why I was suddenly feeling so weak. Oh, yeah, it’s hot, it’s my kryptonite again. I remember years ago, when MS was just starting to rear it’s head, or maybe this was just before, on the first hot day of the spring, walking from the back door of my office building to my car in the parking lot and being mystified, and a little frightened, at how difficult it was to go across those few dozen yards of tarmac. I was still in the “What the fuck is this MS shit all about,” and the “what the hell is wrong with me,” phase. (I still ask myself, and the cosmos, those, and other, questions.) I had no idea what MS meant (topic for a future post), and was learning stuff as it happened.

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When I first experienced the power of heat, I really didn’t know what was going on. I knew about the foot drop, and the optic neuritis, and I had read about fatigue and lassitude (still believing that this was stuff I could understand and grok by reading about it), but, wham, that first wave of heat-induced weakness caught me by surprise. Oh, so this is heat intolerance, eh? Lovely. I gotta deal with that, too? (How innocent I was. Sigh.) Fortunately, I live in Maine, where we don’t have sweltering hot days very often. And after all these years, I still get caught by surprise, and get reminded all over again.

So, yeah, heat is my kryptonite. I wish I felt like Superman the rest of the time. But, hey (as we say in Maine), at least it’s not snowing.

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