Hanging on the telephone

Due to the ongoing gah of the coronavirus, many people have had their usual medical appointments cancelled, postponed or otherwise disrupted.

I'm no exception, which although not disastrous compared to some peoples' experiences, is a bit of a pain.

This is because:
a) my current drugs are not working and I need referring for others
and
b) my neurologist hasn't seen and assessed me for 18 months.

However, I have heard that my July appointment is (touch wood) happening and is likely to be over the phone.

This does mean that while I will be able to talk to my neurologist, it's not the same as having a physical examination - which is surely more helpful to everyone.

However, it can't be helped and it does mean I will avoid these jolly little tests:

:: Hanging on the telephone by Blondie

The times they are a changin'

One of the many, many things Coronavirus has wrought upon us is a soundbitey phrase which is being repeated ad infinitum by politicians, the press and, increasingly, the public.

The "new normal" is now being bandied around like some sort of breakthrough wisdom, spoken with a near reverence for the way we're all going to have to radically adjust and adapt.

And yes, we will, there is no doubt. But for members of the chronically ill community, the concept of new normals is anything but new. We experience them with unwelcome regularity.

If I may take my own 16 years as an example:

• new normal: loss of confidence. Struggling with cognitive function, logical thinking and the easy retrieval of names, places, words, connections and directions is horribly familiar to people with MS - as is the subsequent questioning of your own capabilities. 

• new normal: loss of opportunity. I still work, but it’s not at a high level. It's hard to see how working part-time between relapses and increasing disability will lead to any huge career responsibility. Bye-bye security, bye-bye potential, hello enforced working life rethink.

• new normal: loss of choice. Ok, to be fair, it's not completely lost, but it is constrained. And it relates to the smaller things like a trip out (what's the accessibility like, where are the toilets, the resting places, how are the queues, what's the noise level like, how about the lighting) to much larger life decisions.

• new normal: loss of vision. Three bouts of optic neuritis have left me with damaged sight. There are many, many frightening impacts of MS, for me vision issues are very near the top.

• new normal: loss of control. MS hands make for poor tools. Fortunately for my communication needs, there is voice activated text. But, as I discovered during one memorably sweary exchange, my phone asterisks out the naughty words.

My personal tally of new normals have gradually increased over the years as my MS has progressed. And with each there has to be a grieving process to allow us to adapt and survive change. 

Our society's new normals will require the same process - for some it will be manageable, for others it will be very, very tough. 

But if those of us who are chronically ill have anything to share, it is knowledge, advice and experience. Because we have become the reluctant experts in this sort of normality and for us, it's just not new.

:: The times they are a changin' by Bob Dylan