Regulate

Sean was eight years old at my cousin, Jessica’s Quineañera. He presented her high heels to her and my uncle Ted before their dance. The Quineañera was it in Grand Rapids. My brother, Jimmy, drove Sean and me out there from Dearborn. I think my nephews drove in my car as well.

Jimmy and I were jamming to 90s on nine on the radio. That’s our music! This song came on:

As we were driving, there was a bridge toward the end of this song after Nate talked about the next step being the Eastside Motel. Sean chimed in from the backseat by letting us know that he didn’t think the Eastside Motel was a very high quality.

My brother and I laughed hysterically! ! I think I told him that was a good deduction or something like that. Sean hates that story but I can’t forget it!

I thought of that story and this song yesterday. I was cold in my house so I told Sean to turn the air conditioning off for a little while. It wasn’t until I was uncomfortable that I realized I was too warm.

The uncomfortableness I felt yesterday was that my legs felt terrible, like they were on fire, because my compression socks made them feel extremely warm. When I overheat, I lose all function and control in my limbs and I become extremely fatigued and lethargic.

That was me yesterday before I told Sean to turn the air conditioning back on. My Mom came over to help me to bed and I was spent! I was extremely uncomfortable as I was going to bed. I missed my old life and my ability to regulate my own body temperature. I was miserable last night and there was nothing I could do about it except wait it out. It really made me miss my old life, before MS!