Me Pt. 3, the MS story

This is the last day of Multiple Sclerosis (MS) Awareness month. I realized that I have not talked about how I knew that I had MS. So here is my story from before I was officially diagnosed to present day.
Driving home from Columbus on a Sunday, I had just taken my manicure licensing exam(I passed). All of a sudden, there was a blur in the center of my right eye. It was so weird. I rubbed my eye, still there. I pulled my glasses off and cleaned them, still there. I ran the wipers across my windshield. Still there. I went to the eye doctor. “There is something wrong with my eye!” His response, “I don’t see anything. It may just be a change in vision due to your age“, (I was 32). That was some bullshit. So that blur right in the center of my eye was still there and it stayed that way for about a month and a half. Until one day it was gone. Ok I don’t know what the hell that was but thank God it’s gone. Fast forward to about 2 months later, my left eye is doing the same exact thing. I went from “I don’t know what the hell it is” to “oh something is really wrong, this is not normal“.
With easy access to the majority of information at your fingertips, I went online searching. My search words were simply “blurred vision”. This yielded the usual conditions, cataracts and glaucoma. I knew I didn’t have either of those conditions. Also, diabetes (nope), stroke (no), migraines (don’t get those) and a brain tumor (GOD I hope not). I was reading about one of these conditions on Wikipedia and I scrolled down to the bottom. At the bottom it had links to other conditions that may cause blurred vision. At the bottom of this particular page I seen multiple sclerosis. Ok, what the hell is that? With that one click onto those two words, my life changed. Words that I had heard before due to Richard Pryor and Montel Williams, but still was not truly aware of what it was.
At the top of the Wikipedia page was a list of symptoms associated with multiple sclerosis. Out of the 10 or so symptoms listed, I had a good 7 of them. Things that I had brushed off as not important, as symptoms related to my other health condition (I have hypothyroidism) and other things that I thought may have just been due to stress, listed here at the top of the page. This weird tremor in my leg is unusual, but it is not bothering me so whatever. I am so fricking tired I keep falling asleep at my desk. Fatigue is one of the top symptoms of hypothyroidism so maybe my levels are really off and I just need to start some medication. Lhermitte’s sign, an electrical sensation that runs down my back when I bend my neck. Ok, I work an office job and my neck and shoulders are tight. This feeling is just from relieving some of that tension from stretching. I had an answer or an excuse to write off all the symptoms I was experiencing. Multiple Sclerosis did not and would not have ever crossed my mind.
I had zero intentions of telling anyone what I had discovered. One, I just read a bunch of information on Wikipedia, I think I should talk to a doctor first. At this point, it would be my own self-diagnosis. Two, why make people worry? If the end result was not MS, but maybe Lyme Disease (has similar symptoms but is curable), I got everybody worked up for no reason. Well, God had different plans. It was the very next day after my discovery. Before I even had the time to process the information and come to terms with the possibility of MS, I received a phone call. It was my mother. She had a dream that I fell down and could not walk. My stepfather and her had to carry me. Then they put me in a wheelchair. Creepy as hell right!?!? Yep. Ok, one other health condition, hypertension. She believed that I could have had a stroke in the dream and that is why I was unable to walk. She goes on to lecture me about the how-to’s of handling a stroke. I allowed her to finish and then I shared my information with her. When I say this was the last person I had intentions of telling. We know how our parents are and she is the straight up typical parent when it comes to me. Worry, pray, worry and pray some more.
So from this point on, I involved the doctors. MRI, lots of blood labs to rule out other possibilities (that’s how I knew Lyme Disease had similar symptoms) and the spinal tap. To the Cleveland Clinic with 2 of my best supporters, Selena and Monica, and I am diagnosed with Relapsing Remitting Multiple Sclerosis. The crazy thing is I have never had a relapse that involved blurred vision in either of my eyes again. Now I do get the floating spots but that’s it. My life with an MS diagnosis is definitely different. But I am thankful because I know that it could be worse. I believe in the power of prayer and I believe because of prayers that I am doing so well. I am grateful for everyone’s prayers, my mom’s, my friends, strangers from the soup kitchen, strangers in general, coworkers and other people who I know.
Even though Multiple Sclerosis Awareness is observed in the month of March, the National MS Society will be holding the walk in Toledo on Sunday, May 19th at the Huntington Center (new location). I am sure they keep pushing it back due to bad weather. I don’t think I have attended a walk where the weather was decent yet. The walk starts at 8 am which I know is pretty early. If you would like to participate, you can sign up at walkms.org/signup. You would look for the Toledo, OH walk and my team name is Ebony’s Avengers. I welcome anyone who would like to join my team. If you have any questions, please email at elsims27@yahoo.com. Until the next post, be well and whole.

Me Pt. 2, Facts

Looking back, Me Pt. 1 was created back in May of 2017. I guess I am due to share a little more information about myself. Here goes nothing, something, whatever.

1. I have only been in love 2 times in my life and I am not sure if either one of them counted. The first time I was 16 years old. And from my understanding young love like that is called puppy love. I guess adults don’t think at that age we have the capability to feel such deep emotions. Well, I did. And I still love him to this day. Not like I did when we were younger, but there is still love in my heart for him. The second time I was 30 years old. It took me a long time to realize that I was in love. Actually, someone else pointed it out to me. I struggled with the realization. Once I accepted the truth all I wanted to do was fall out of love. Lol. Not the right person or circumstances.

2. I am socially awkward and not good at small talk. After an initial greeting and talking about the weather conditions, I have no idea what to talk about. I will lapse into an uncomfortable silence, which I am not a fan of. If I’m too uncomfortable then I will start babbling about anything to fill the silence. Also, I am terrible at picking up on social cues. I like for people to say what they mean because I hate misunderstandings. I am a direct person and I need people to state their intentions directly. If you don’t, I probably won’t know what is going on unless someone else steps in and tells me. Then I can either clarify the situation or ignore you until you get the hint. Which at this point brings up number 3…

3. I’m an asshole. There us no way around it. I have to admit this. Most people probably wouldn’t believe this. I have grown up so I don’t say a lot of the things I used to when I was younger. I still think them, therefore I am still an asshole. Don’t get me wrong there are times that I do say them too. They just fall out of my mouth and sometimes I feel bad and other times I don’t give a shit. I am the type of person that when I am done with you, I will just never speak to you again. I won’t answer my phone, text you back and if I see you in public I will act like I don’t see you. I do not give people closure. I know this sounds mean and I am aware that it is mean. But the fact that I don’t care solidifies my point about being an asshole.

4. I am also an introvert to the point of being a recluse. I want to join the world, but every time I think about the energy it takes, I just say the hell with it. I’m so bad that I joined a group on Meetups to meet new people and start to socialize. Yea…still haven’t went to an event yet. It’s been almost a year. I love spending time by myself. Actually if I go too long without me time, I will morph into an evil person. I am getting too set in my ways. At this point, I cannot fathom living with someone on a daily basis. Plus, I would have to actually change because…

5. I am a total bachelorette that lives more like they say bachelors do. I am clarifying this because some bachelors are way neater than I am. I wash dishes when I want and I don’t make up my bed on a daily basis. I hate washing clothes and when I do, they will sit in a basket waiting on me to fold them. I iron only because my clothes are wrinkled due to sitting in a basket. I can’t tell you the last time I have eaten at my kitchen table. I usually will lean against the counter and eat standing up. I do have one redeeming quality though…

6. I love old people. The best job I ever had was delivering meals to senior citizens. If I could get paid comparable to what I make now I would work at a senior center. Now I don’t like wiping butts or cleaning up after people so I could not work in a nursing home. But simple interactions that brightens their day would make my day. Creating moments for seniors to feel loved and considered, my ideal of a life lived with purpose. Lending an ear to hear their concerns or listening to their stories from the past. Small but meaningful gestures. I am here for all of that.

I think that is enough sharing for now. I am sure that I have probably listed too many bad qualities, but I felt a need to get them out of the way. Next time I’ll lead with my more likeable, acceptable qualities. I am changing all the time. I hope it is for the better, but I can’t guarantee it 😉 “Know thyself” and “To thine own self be true”, so they say. I say, Be well and whole, whatever that looks like for you 😘.

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Me, Pt. 1

If I am going to write a blog, I feel like I should tell a little about myself. As I write each week, you will definitely learn more and more things about me. Here is Part I. My name is Ebony Sims and I am 39 years old. I by no means look my age, even though I am not sure what a 39 year old is suppose to look like. I am single, never married or lived with anyone besides my family members. I don’t have children, just a dog, LaRaye aka Lala bka Stinky aka Boo Boo, who has lived with my stepdad for the last 12 years. I am not a terrible dog mom, I just work a lot. He is retired so he can give her all the love and attention she needs. I have not found my purpose and I am consumed with it right now in my life. I do not want to die with whatever greatness God put in me unfulfilled. I am totally aware of things that I am not good at or don’t like, but not sure of what gifts that I have to give.

I love to write but I am not really good at it. I usually think great thoughts but when I go to write them down, it doesn’t come out the same way. I have always wanted to sing but alas I do not have a singing voice. That is probably saying it nicely. But I am kind of determined to master one song well and sing it to my husband at our reception. Lol. I am currently obsessed with being myself and Lisa Nichols. I am the kind of person that is not too many people’s cup of tea, coffee or whatever your favorite drink is. I am really nice professionally but when I am on my time, I don’t want to be that person. I want to be the foul mouthed, outspoken, sarcastic individual that I am in my head. I want to surround myself with people who love and accept me just the way I am right now, not who they want me to be or see me to be. Let’s just say I have pretty much had the same friends since elementary, junior high and high school. I have successfully picked up one other female friend since then. Now I am not including my soul sisters, who attend the same church. I love them dearly. And of course my barbershop family. Those are my people. I love to hang out with them and just act totally ignorant. So I guess I can say that I have accomplished my goal of surrounding myself with people who accept me. Sometimes things are not noticed until put in writing.

The goal that I have left then is to be open to meeting the man that loves me the same way that all these incredible people do. I didn’t say find because I really feel like he should find me. I want one of those moments where he sees me and he feels this overwhelming urge to meet me. And then I of course am attracted to him and feel that I can totally be myself, which I proceed to do and he does not regret that he came over to talk to me. Lol. Or something like that. And no, I do not expect to meet him at a bar. If that was a requirement, I would probably never meet him being as I don’t frequent bars. I always wonder if the person that I will spend the rest of my life with has already crossed my path. Not necessarily someone that I have dated before but maybe someone that I seen in passing. At the grocery store, the library, 7Eleven. I go to 7Eleven every morning for coffee, so I have a pretty good chance of meeting him there. Lol. I didn’t say the gym because I frequent there less than bars. Someday I guess.

Part I is done. I am starting to get excited about my blog again. So more post to come and hopefully sooner rather than later. If you have any questions or comments, feel free to share.

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