So I’m a really busy person, I’m also a big procrastinator. I’d like to apologize on my lack of blogging.
This past weekend I went out with a friend who knew I had some sort of medical secret as I had bailed on a hang out due to shot night. I don’t use Rebif as an excuse too often but there are those nights where I’m already tired and know I’d be even more tired and cranky the next day if I took my medication too late. On Saturday the question of what was wrong with me came up a few times but I usually replied with “it’s a long story” and then left it at that. I knew I’d have to talk about it eventually but every time I rehearsed my speech in my head I couldn’t think of the best way to say it. Do I go all medical talk? Should I bring up what the future might hold? Will I start crying? Then of course in my mind I would come up with the worst possible scenario for the other person’s reaction.
But I felt it wasn’t fair to keep avoiding the topic so finally I just came out. My reply to the question just rolled right off my tongue, “I have MS...multiple sclerosis”. I didn’t continue, I waited for a reply which came instantly. It was an accepting “that’s fine”, followed by a few questions asking what MS was. I did have to educate a little bit, it’s funny how people don’t know a lot about MS. I always make sure to say that “I’m not dying and I’m not contagious.” After a few minutes the subject changed and It didn’t come up much the rest of the night.
So here I was all worked up and scared about how to tell someone about my disease and it wasn’t a problem at all. I think I’m more worried on how people will act around me in the future. I don’t want to be treated like a sick person with everyone asking how I’m feeling constantly. Guess we’ll see if anything changes with this specific friend.
Does this make me want to tell more people? Nope.
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