

Air Canada shipped my walker right through to Ottawa.
They brought me to the gate in a wheel chair and parked me at the gate.
Normally, this would not be an issue but they left me sitting in the chair with
a delayed flight of 1.5 hours. I ended up having to use the wheel chair as a
walker. Do you realize how cumbersome wheel chairs are? And there are no brakes.
Everyone was watching me, but no one offered help either, afraid they might
catch what I had. At least I was live entertainment for the people.


I went to see Dr. Grimes, a.k.a "He Who Shall Not be Named",
because he is one who gave me the bad news about the MSA. He had me do the
typical tests but I was having trouble with the left. He had me clapping,
tapping my foot, opening and closing my hand and walking tests. There is no
test that confirms MSA, it has a lot of similarities to Parkinson, and a lot of people
are misdiagnosed. They usually rule out other diseases and see what they are
left with. They don’t know what causes it, therefore, they don’t know how to fix
it. So, I am going to fix myself. Dr.
Grimes gave medication for my bladder and something to help me sleep. I slept
through the night the first time in a few months, it is worse than having a new
baby in the house.
To think when I first started having symptoms I told my boss
at the time. When I told her I started crying because she knew something was
wrong. She said, “don’t be silly you’re the healthiest person I know”. Those
words keep playing over in my head.
Another symptom of MSA is voice loudness and lack of.
Not sure how many of you have sisters, but I have nine and we all want to be
heard. I find myself having to start conversations over because I am not loud
enough or I run out of air. I get tired so I told them they cannot keep making
me start over or I will give up and not speak. They also try to guess what you are going to
say they drown you out when doing this. I get tired especially now, so, one time
I said to my oldest sister,“ Is that your final
answer or would you like to guess again”? We had and have a good laugh at this
expression all the time and she informed me that she uses this expression often now. What a great story!

There is no place like home!
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