Life with MS is like being the last suitcase on a never ending airport luggage carousel – you keep going round and round but you can’t find away to to get off, no-body has claimed you, so you’re stuck in limbo. Now I know exactly how a bloody hamster feels!
MS gives you many things, but the one thing you are not prepared for is the sheer boredom. Having the energy of a dead gnat and being housebound for the majority of the time is oh so boring – I’ve lost my mojo!
What they don’t tell you in all the leaflets about the symptoms you can expect with MS, is the sheer mind numbingly tedious boredom that goes hand in hand with this illness.
Let’s face it – Ms itself is far from boring as the first thing you think of every morning is what delightful symptoms it’s going to chuck at you and as we all know, the MS bag of tricks is like a Mary Poppins bag – deep and never ending!
Bollocks to a spoonful of sugar, its hello to a bag of crap…
To the outside world it must look like we have a cushy life with this MS lark – not being able to work, lazing about the house and having others wait on you hand and foot. Well let me tell you world – when you’re forced into 24 hour house arrest by the ms police – boredom is not a luxury, its a sentence and there’s no early release for good behaviour!
Being stuck in the house for most of your time is sooo yawn inducing ( yeah I found another way to describe boring!). Life is buzzing all around outside like bees to a honeypot, but no matter how much you try, you can’t participate as your captor reminds you that you are in detention – limbo if you will!. There are so many things I want to do, but when you have the top speed of an inebriated sloth, moving from bed to sofa is as much as we can muster most days.
Feeling tired all the time is monotonous ( I’m like a thesaurus today) – In my youth I was a world champion sleeper, you couldn’t get me out of bed with a ten foot barge pole – but at this stage in my life, having to sleep as a necessity is so damn irksome ( I’m on a roll!) and I spend most of my day resisting the urge to count sheep – in my mind, the more I sleep the more life slips through my fingers and I feel MS is taking over.
I have one gorgeous friend who, no matter how many times I turn her down, keeps asking me to do things – she’s going to get bored eventually and stop asking, but love her for trying. Whilst I am on permanent repeat – same old symptoms – a bit wobbly, in a black hole, tripped over the dog, she’s galavanting all over the place at break neck speed. Am I bothered? Yes I am – I long to galavant without a care! You can’t just leave the house with gay abandon – It takes me so long to prepare for going out, that most of the time I say “bugger that, I’ll try again tomorrow”!
I still haven’t mastered the art boredom, there’s not a lot you can do from the comfort of your chair – I find myself staring out of the window, willing something to happen, to break the monotony of my LONG, LONG days . The highlight of my day is flicking through the listings on Sky and marking off what I’m going to watch on TV – god I’ve turned into the people I used to mock for being losers!
In a bid to combat the MS boredom (Ive never been into puzzles and solitary games) it would appear that I’ve turned into Shirley Valentine – I talk to the bloody wall… (mad as a box of frogs I hear you cry!)
Me: I spy with my little eye something beginning with b…
Me: Bored – I’m just bored – bored of being bored – bored of saying I’m bored!!!!
Wall…. (obviously he can’t reply, he’s a wall – but he’s such a good listener, bless him!)
Another boredom buster is online shopping – and I am sooo good at it! The postman came to the door so often that he and MFH were on first name terms! – MFH has now attached a rubber band to my credit card so that it now pings back into my wallet before I have chance to complete a purchase – ah it was fun whilst it lasted! My claim that it helped pass the time fell on deaf ears!!!
People ask “what an earth do you do all day” and I ask myself the same question ….. Now, don’t get me wrong, some days I’m actually quite a busy, but ultimately I’m bored bored bored. I used to have proper conversations, a zest for life, a waspish wit and I really do try and keep a positive mental attitude, but as I sit here clicking the keys ( putting pen to paper is so last century) I’m still mojoless and bored – blah – blah – blah!
You must be bored rigid with this post, I know I am, so I’ll draw a line under the whole boredom thing – it’s so boring! #imsobored.