Monday, November 25, 2013

76 Things: #1

in no particular order
Over the past couple of years…and particularly within the last few months…I’ve become hypersensitive to certain sounds and sensations.  Some examples:
ü  Metal on metal
ü  Chewing certain foods
ü  Textures of fabric on my clothes, even sheets
These sounds and sensations send uncomfortable, almost paralyzing, shivers up and down my body.  Something as innocent as my children’s spoon hitting their bowl as they eat cereal is like a punch in the stomach…I have to grit my teeth just to clean pots and pans…and I’ve lost the appetite for eating things like sugar snap peas, sliced bell peppers or a fresh pickle spears (all of which I used to love).
As my neurologist explained, my brain isn’t communicating correctly with the rest of my body so it’s amplifying and confusing certain senses.  Will this ever go away?  Get better…or worse?  As with most things MS related, he couldn’t really say.
Because of these noise sensitivities, I hadn’t been to the dentist in a long time and I’m paying the price now.  I had a root canal last week and go in this morning for additional fillings. 
I’ve been walking around with agonizing pain in my teeth for weeks so I wasn’t surprised.  Cold drinks were a no-no, even laughing caused discomfort and there was a constant throbbing.
Even though I knew what had to be done, I couldn’t bear the thought of sitting in a chair, hearing those noises….knowing how difficult it would be to listen to the clinking and other sounds of a dental visit. 
I told my wife I probably would need to be heavily sedated or knocked out just for a routine cleaning. We researched what options are available and found a potential solution – laughing gas.  Also called nitrous oxide, this form of sedation dentistry was a much welcomed aid for my cleaning and root canal last week.
For now, adapting to my hypersensitivity of everyday sounds and dogs nails on the hardwood floors, my wife innocently eating popcorn, my daughter biting her spoon...these are all examples that (my) MS is like a distinctive box of chocolates, I never know what I'm going to get. 

My Momma never mentioned anything about MS being like a box of chocolates...


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