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About rita kindl myers

Join me as I explore and describe what it’s like to live with a chronic health condition, like multiple sclerosis. I was diagnosed with MS 12 years ago, but now realize that I suffered my first symptom 18 years ago. Life with MS is often absurd, at times funny and very frustrating. I’d like to share my experiences, and, I hope to hear from you about yours.

Sgr Albussio & his life with humans…

Good Afternoon. It is with pleasure that I outline a few details about my life with humans. My humans are endearing, I in turn, am faithful and steadfast. Communication is essential in dealing with humans. They offer many cues. For instance, one must be attentive to their scent; body odour indicates hormone levels and physical well-being. Humans are vocally effusive; their chatter is endless. One’s ears must be alert to the highs and lows of this chatter, it signals their emotional well-being.  In general however, they are less aware of our cues.  It is best to hold onto their gaze in a steadfast manner. Be sure to guide them with your eyes and show them where you want the food to land…

And make sure to place your comforts where you want them; as I have done… (Do not be alarmed by the cone I wear, below. It has been removed.)

To see me as I am, follow me on Instagram @sir_albussio

 

Reminiscing…

I recently complained, “my bedroom has more equipment than personality…”

Take  a look for yourself…

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What a lot of clutter!  I would like to point out the Dreamcatcher and the framed photograph of trees on the shores of a lake. The portrait above of the woman sitting in an armchair also hangs on my wall.  It is a portrait of my great-grandmother.  My grandmother painted this portrait of her mother-in-law; I’m sure that’s a story in and of itself.  The painting takes me back to another time and place that I can only imagine…

I like to remember the days when the pictures and posters on my bedroom walls were important. They identified my interests and my preferences in music. I pasted on my walls artists I admired, as well as musicians I adored.  On my walls, I taped postcards of places I wanted to visit. My walls expressed my aspirations…

It just struck me, my bed is facing my window.  I’m still looking out. I don’t go very far, but my imagination does…

painting by S. Conti Niccolai

Sgr Albussio & his notes on summer…

The warmer air brought regular excursions with ‘My Lady on Wheels’ and ‘She who Adores Me’. On a daily basis, I led the three of us on a walk outside of our home onto the paved walkway. This is where I gather the neighbourhood news; the comings and goings of the outside gang and disseminate my own information.

This is a blessed exercise. I am keenly aware of how these daily excursions begin. I am alerted to the fact that we will take outdoors ‘My Lady on Wheels’ as soon as she jangles the leash/belt that fits snugly around her middle. On her head sits the floppy cloth covering, while around my neck is clasped the lead, which I use to guide the female bipedal one, who adores me.

I delight in these excursions. To begin I announce my arrival to the neighbourhood with the scent of my urine close to the corner of my building and off we go…

Tenderly, I gaze each leaf with my nostrils and absorb the scent of news… Three dead posts ahead, I discover that Fred has returned; Abigail has eaten a hearty breakfast and Jane is pregnant. I deliver my scent and scratch the earth with my claws; making my claim to the neighbourhood. Happily, I greet the female bipedal ones, but snarl and bark at loud, tall males, often moving rapidly on wheels… I will protect ‘My Lady on Wheels’ from their loud growls and speed! 

I make no notice of the felines and the winged ones. There are other canines out there and I greet and snarl at them to secure my standing in the neighbourhood.

Having caught up on information and news and freed myself of any bowel constrictions, I return gladly to my indoor abode and my bipedal family.

Such are the habits of the fortunate!

…Perspective…

Sitting in my kitchen

looking out the window

watching the sky change…

In the room are eight clocks,

each offer

a different time:

7:49 PM; 19h46; 13 Minutes to 8 o’clock; 19h51; 7:51; 7:52; 10 minutes to the hour…

I can pick whichever time suits me best…

This used to drive my husband nuts,

from time to time, visitors point this out…

My response is the same:

I smile and say “pick which time suits you best…”

And so, I’d like to recommend a book to read:

Just Jen: Thriving through Multiple Sclerosis.

http://understoreymagazine.ca/2017/06/just-jen-jen-powley/

And, now it is 8 o’clock…

 

Rubber lips

Listen to me. When you’re stressed and tense, the thing to do is to use your rubber lips and blow some raspberries. Seriously the more you do it, the sillier you feel, that’s how it works.

So the other night, I’m up and awake. My body is working against me and it’s keeping me awake. My legs are twitching. I can’t sleep and I am angry. I am shaking the bed rails, slamming them with my fists! I’m angry! The angrier I am, the more stressed I become and I want to scream!

What do I do?  I pucker my lips, blow air out and make a ‘raspberry’ sound, a little bit of tension is released. I do it again and a smile creeps on my face. I do it again. I feel a little bit silly and I do it again. Silly feels good. I notice I can’t hold any tension in my face. When I pretend my lips are made of rubber and blow air out through them, making a silly sound, the wrinkled tension set between my eyebrows releases. I feel like laughing. I blow again! It feels better to be silly than angry.  I can laugh at myself and I can laugh at my situation…mmmm? not quite. At least I relax a bit and I don’t feel as frustrated and angry anymore.

And now from youtube a baby blows raspberries and giggles hysterically…

https://youtu.be/bPYvluJlwHA

 

I write to you now as the dog of the family, Signor Albussio.

 You may call me, Albus. It has become apparent to me that writing this is taking too long. I will take it upon myself to finish it for ‘My Lady on Wheels,’ who you know as Rita. While we wait for the next visitor, whom I will greet enthusiastically at the door and who will arrive mostly to pet me and adore me, I will add a few thoughts…

My responsibility as supervisor of the goings-on at my home for my  human bipedal family remain constant and true. Why yesterday, a female human with strong, sure hands arrived at the house. She helped ‘My Lady on Wheels’ to move her legs and arms, back and forth. I sat close by, licking ‘My Lady’s’ left knee, as is my duty. The therapist was unkind. She enticed me off to ‘my chair’ (also known as a box of files), gave me a treat and then moved the tub that gives me access to ‘My Lady’s’ side. I had to stand on my back paws, press my forepaws to the giant cushion to gaze at My Lady and continue the supervision. I grumbled and was displeased.

I notice since the therapist arrived and booted me from my place, My Lady moves more easily. She has regained her perch on wheels. My Lady has been tired of late. Previously this last week, she sat upon a much smaller, more awkward perch with two large wheels and two very small wheels. She used her arms to move the large wheels to get around the house. She was tired, I could tell and had not any time to play. The odour of this wheeled perch was offensive to my nostrils. I did not recognize this acrid and musty smell, but I heard the word ‘cigarette’ and the word ‘smoke’.

My lady rises early today, feeling refreshed from yesterday, no doubt. The movement and chatter coming from the two females during the therapist’s visit seems to revive ‘My Lady on Wheels’. I continue to rest in the sun, at least until a noise alerts me to the front door or my lady calls for my help. If the great wailing begins on the street, I will do my duty to alert my humans of this wailing melancholy. 

with the greatest affection and the finest respect,

Albus