My Drug of Choice...

Sometimes as I sit alone pondering over the medical maladies that have plagued me over the past 8 years. I have came to the conclusion that I have endured each medical revelation by using the tried and true method of keeping a positive attitude. This does not mean that I haven't had mood swings that range from pure elation (rare) to down in the dump days (also rare), as most are just another day. By only taking one day at a time, do I keep the playing field on level ground. No expectations,just glad to weather another day without any major mishaps.

As a little tot growing up on the south side of Chi-Town, I developed a love of music. So much that some call it an obsession. I have veered away from the "Normal" lifestyle of TV brain washing, ever increasing commercials, and reality mania. I would rather be in front of my computer with music playing in the background, as I entertain myself with what ever the subject of the evening turns out to be. The music that I listen to ranges from Jazz to Outlaw Country, to all types of rock, followed up by Oldies, Blues, R&B, Funk and Soul, topped off with some tunes sang by the Rat Pack smoothly crooning out some dated melodies. I guess you could call music my drug of choice. Even though my body is slowly checking out, my mind is still active, and I plan a good fight to keep it that way.

Music is the one thing that makes me forget the day, relaxes my tensions, stimulates my senses, and fosters images of times past and present. No matter how I feel, there is music to make me feel good. I fashion myself to be a loner, and feel like an alien, having only met a few people in my lifetime, that really get it. It's the universal language, which crosses all time and space, regardless of it's origins, music is my muse of poetic lyrics and myths.

MS is a terrible affliction, and seems for no sensible rhyme or reason, to infect the human race with pain and suffering. Only those who experience it, can truly understand it's devastation in mental and physical abilities. So MS you have already plagued my body, and probably starting to play tricks on my mind, but as long as I have my muse at my side, you can never have my soul...