Pandemic Blues within these 4 walls and behind the almost flat screen of security I lose myself. The world once round is now squared off against hyperbole. Back to whence it all began. Shifty shades of obscurity, sheltered behind a mask.
I am quiet as a mouse with multiple sclerosis. My hope with this blog was to try and determine what happened in the first 7 years of an MSer's life that sets the MS thing. I also want to explore what makes mine rear it's ugly head in the later stages of life. I don't think it's luck!
That was my hope, but I've run out of things to say about those first 7 years, unless I get a spark. I continue on with sharing my current electrical transmission events. Some of which may descend from my brain to my toes and others may just bounce around within my cerebral hemisphere.
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