A blog about living with MS. Why Mad Sow? In homage to Denny Crane, on the TV program Boston Legal. Every time he forgot something, he'd point to his head and say "Mad Cow." I refer to my MS, primarily a cognitive thing at present, as my Mad Sow.
January 28, 2009
Scooped out
I feel scooped out, scraped clean along my husk like a wedge of cantaloupe. The blanket I'm under is wrapped around me, but I only feel one section of my body, an area under my breast on the left hand side. The rest of my body feels absent, air-like, weightless, sensation-less.
My face is gone, one sliver left, around my cheek. The rest has no weight, no form, no edge. My legs end in nothingness, my arms sense nothing below the elbow.
I feel my consciousness hanging loose, like a low-lying cloud, suspended in a transparent framework without form.
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