I spent a solid 6 years trying desperately to put my gloves on. MS is a tricky illness. It was as if I was eternally attempting to figure out how my fingers needed to be positioned to get my gloves on. Now I get excited whenever Malissa tosses them on my lap…
I kept my sanity by making it into a game. I find this to be true of everything. I figure it’s as good a means as any to deal. My next big puzzle will be learning how to get my long-ass legs to once again-before Malissa and I flee Quebec for Alberta.
So, how you like me now?