walkingstick
Like any man, I’m loathe to admit weaknesses. Even though I know I have Multiple Sclerosis, I’m too proud to let it be visible or show that it affects me in any way.

It’s been like this for the last 10 or so years I’ve had this disease. Relatively easy to hide. I’ve always been able to emulate a healthy person but it takes it out of me. I’m a mess for the rest of the day.. and night and possibly the next day too. That’s why they call it “The Invisible Disease”.

But I even find it hard to accept myself that it’s progressing.

My friends and business associates, the people I’ve networked with over the years… most of them wouldn’t have had any clue about my MS. They probably wonder where I’ve disappeared to!

So anyway, I’m telling a story. Today was a milestone. Today I bought a walking stick. Yep. A walking stick. Let that sink in.

I’m 42. I look able-bodied. I sound perfectly normal. So why the stick?

Transitions mess me up. Any time I  move from sitting to standing or standing to sitting, I get incredibly dizzy.

I knew this day would arrive, I just didn’t think it would be quite so soon. The only other people my age I know of with a walking stick are Tim Ferguson (of DAAS Fame) and a Twitter friend in Brisbane with Parkinsons.

I’m not sure how I feel about using it public yet. Without it, I stumble and trip more than your average Joe. With it, I look like an old man.

Then again, I’ve never been one to worry too much what other people think. I think it’s just hard for me to accept.

Maybe if I wore a Top Hat to go with the stick?

I guess the other big benefit of a stick is I can whack people who park in Disabled Bays.

Tread Softly and Carry a Big Stick?┬áThat’s me, it’s just my clumsy MS footsteps aren’t so soft.

My God. This disease is real. 8-(