Since November 2004, I have been on a wild ride.  I was invaded by a deceitful and utterly spiteful dragon.  Last week I was on the phone with the attorney’s office as my advocate helped me fill out the forms for me to get SSDI.  A lot of the questions related to how my life has changed since the invasion.  As I tried to focus (hard to do since I hadn’t eaten and my ears were going nuts) and answer the questions the best I could, I knew my life has changed, but saying it to someone else to make it official for the records just made it even more real.  Chronic illnesses have a way of changing everything about your life and make things even more difficult.  From walking to brushing my teeth, everything has changed.  I used to be able to walk, chew gum, juggle and carry a conversation at the same time.  I can no longer chew gum and have to stop walking to really carry a conversation.  Juggling, well I struggle just juggling day-to-day living.

Early November 2004, I was beaned in the head by a fastball called Galar Meniere’s.  Now everyday I dodge wild balls while trying to get even a base hit off of the curve balls and change ups that are thrown at me by this dragon.  I still look at it as a roller coaster ride, but the day in and day out of this is kind of like a baseball game.  So far he is winning, but I will play the game through and perhaps one day there will be a home run for all of us when they announce that they can finally answer all the questions that have been around since Prosper Meniere first began researching this disease in the mid 1800′s after it had been plaguing people since at least the 13th century.