“It’s just another one of those very paradoxical facts of life: as a person with MS, you lack vitamin D. The only way to get good vitamin D into your body is to spend time in the sun. If heat sensitivity is part of your long list of MS symptoms, though, you can’t sit outdoors in the sun because your other MS symptoms get worse. Result? You choose to stay out of the sun, and therefore continue to lack vitamin D.”… Read More That thing people call 'summer'
Many women will agree, and perhaps a few men also, that great shoes have a way of lifting your mood. My left foot in fact, stopped yelping shortly after I was told that Dr Martens boots would substantially improve my old and new Achilles tendon injuries as well as my gait. Well… Who can deny,… Read More Some oomph along the way!
“At this stage, I thought “Do I really have to walk with my coffin under my arm to get a seat when I’m physically leaning on a walking stick while holding the handrail as if it was my best friend?””… Read More Irish public transport: access all areas?
Sticking this post to my home page. My brother would have turned 43 today, still sadly missed, still loving him.
“Grief, a tear in my mind when others talk about their brother. A hug I cannot feel anymore. A future we will not share anymore. There is silence I cannot place, memories that are beginning to fade. The silence he leaves behind, follows me in places in Ireland I know he would have loved, he would want to return to time after time.”… Read More My brother's silence
Reality. It’s what’s for breakfast. After some feeble attempts trying to write a few paragraphs the past few weeks, it was back to the drawing board each time. Not good enough. Already done this. Needs more research. Too tired. Not fit enough. You know moments like these, you sit down, determination almost physically squeezing ink… Read More Thanksgiving writing
Dublin speaks no language I cannot hear with my heart. Sings no song I cannot Feel by the touch on my lips. Hold no love, I cannot Embrace with my thoughts. Dublin listens quietly, Unconditionally. ©WVE ©WVE and Ireland, MS and Me, 2011-2013. Unauthorised use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission… Read More Dublin Speaks No Language
When can you call yourself a writer? With that debate still unsolved, I continue to wonder if I can call myself so. After all, I am now a former Incident Coordinator, a former library assistant and therefore a former ‘employed being’ altogether. And that sounds rather bad for one’s ego when pondered upon too long.… Read More I am a writer!
‘What a difference a day makes.’ This sounds archaic, but this week a new movement showed up in Ireland, one I never thought would see the light of day. On Thursday, thousands, if not millions of people will toast to Arthur Guinness at exactly 17:59 (or 5:59pm) on Arthur’s Day. In 1759, the Guinness brewery… Read More Arthur's Day
After a holiday which wasn’t really a holiday – flying home because a family member passed away is hardly reason to have that excited holiday feeling – and trying to sleep while having half an eye fixed on the Ireland Blog Awards 2013 website every so many hours for the last week or so, I… Read More Shortlisted!
WordPress Daily Prompt: These Boots Were Made for Walking Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you. Photographers, artists, poets: show us WALK. Already blogged about my favourite boots on April 1st 2013, so for those who wants to read it, here’s the link: http://ireland-ms.com/2013/04/01/wordpress-weekly-writing-challenge-iconic/ I’m one day late replying to… Read More My precious boots!
Symbolism is all around us, and you only need to lift your eyelashes once to be immediately inspired. Iconic. My left foot is indeed something of an iconic thing that is hell-bent on creating trouble. Past ruptures of Achilles tendons, flipping ankles, falling over my own feet… they have seen and done it all. However,… Read More Iconic
On Tuesday evening, I received a late invite to join a lobby group of the NAI (Neurological Alliance of Ireland) and the Irish MS Society to protest in- and outside Leinster House, the seat of the Irish government. I was quite happy to do so, because, after being an MS Society spokesperson last year relating… Read More The sorry state of neurology in Ireland
When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep. How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true; But… Read More When You Are Old, by William Butler Yeats
As I sit here watching the Tour de France on TG4, the Irish-language TV channel beaming its television rays from the west of Ireland, I have no idea in the world what they’re talking about. Obviously it has to do with the Tour de France it, but other than that they could just as well… Read More Irish Gaelic you say? Sure! Why not!