I’ve been robbed and I don’t really care.
I’m at a work conference in Melbourne and I’ve started to think to myself that I’ve been robbed. No, some little toerag hasn’t stolen all my undies or my wallet. No I think that I have been robbed of something else.
That is my ability to drink which is why I’m not convinced it is a bad thing.
It was over New Years that I first started to think this. As we do every year we got together with some great friends for a night of laughter, booze and “the circle of death”. I had 1.5 beers the whole night and a sneaky Mojito. A few years ago at least a dozen beers would have disappeared and, oh dear Lord, let’s not mention the next day.
The funny thing is there was still a lot of laughter, the circle of death was still played and we spent time with our friends. But I didn’t feel like rubbish the next day. Well ok I did feel like rubbish but that was because of the late night not a hangover.
Maybe I’m growing up. Maybe.
Don’t get me wrong here I like a good beer, particularly after working in the garden. I also am rather partial to sitting on my deck of an evening with wee dram and looking at the stars.
So if I like to drink, why is it not such a bad thing that I just can’t drink anymore? My MS has already given me some of the effects that alcohol does. I get a bit wobbly feeling. My body certainly does buzz at various times. There are times when I feel very ill. Apparently I tend to get a bit forgetful. And there are mornings I just want to pull the duvet over my head and pretend the world doesn’t exist.
“So just what exactly has MS given me that too much to drink never did” I hear you thinking.
It has given me a greater appreciation of being alive. I value getting together with friends. I value spending time with my family. I value the days when I can kick a ball around with my son. I value the days when i need to rest and can lie down and read a book with him as well.
I know this conference will get quite boozy and I don’t care. I’ll happily sit and drink a water and enjoy the company of those around me. I may even have a beer or wine with them.
The peer pressure that exists when you are young to “get into it mate” is stupid, MS has taught me that.
My body literally won’t let me drink more than two beers now days or maybe it is one of the side effects of the medication.
So has my MS really robbed me or has it given me an unexpected gift?
I will let you be the judge of that.