To Whom It May Concern

 

 

 

 

Like the works of the great literary giants, the following is a collection of random thoughts addressed to no one in particular (Hence, the title).

Those of you with MS will find that you may relate in some way, shape or form.

 

 

To Whom It May Concern:

Don’t be offended if I refrain from eating steak at your cook-out.  It’s not that I do not like steak.  Or, enjoy how you grilled the hell out of that piece of meat.  You see, MS has left me with the dexterity of the family dog.  Jack The Ripper had more etiquette with a knife.  Watching me cut & eat steak will leave other guests asking…”Who invited the caveman?”

 

 

To Whom It May Concern:

I never know where to put my canes when dining at a restaurant.  Wherever I put them, they ALWAYS seem to be in the way.

 

 

To Whom It May Concern:

I confess.  That drop of pee on the toilet seat belongs to moi.  I try to be careful and clean up after myself, but sometimes a drip gets through quality control.  Think of it as my calling card.  I’m no different than a dog marking its territory.

 

 

To Whom It May Concern:

Retailers, please provide me with somewhere to sit in your dressing rooms.  Otherwise, I must wedge my posterior in the corner to maintain my balance.

 

 

To Whom It May Concern:

I do not drink.  But when I walk, it appears as if I do.

 

 

To Whom It May Concern:

My reaction time isn’t what it use to be.  Thus, I probably drive slower than you.  No need to honk, flash your lights or flip me the bird.  Simply go around me and continue to drive at your hell-bent speed while you slug your coffee, eat, text & talk on your cell-phone.

 

 

 

To Whom It May Concern:

Soap-on-a-rope has always been thought of as a novelty item.  But at this stage of my MS game, soap-on-a-rope seems like a pretty darn good idea.

 

 

To Whom It May Concern:

I move abnormally slow.  So in case of fire, I will not feel bad if you cut ahead of me.  In fact, I insist.

 

 

To Whom It May Concern:

I can fall asleep in any chair, in any environment and in any situation.  Do not blame your conversation skills—blame the meds.

 

 

 

To Whom It May Concern:

In my wheelchair, I am nose level with your keyster.  So I hear those strange noises.

 

 

To Whom It May Concern:

When I stand, you may notice how I briefly wiggle my hips side-to-side, to and fro.  No I am NOT practicing my lap-dance techniques learned at the cabaret, I am simply lossening-up before I begin to walk.

 

 

Would you car to address society with your own “To Whom It May Concern?”

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