It really doesn't sound that bad.

My husband was the first out of the two of us to get an auto-immune disease.  As I was new to experiencing his Type 1 Diabetes, I read up on it as much as I could.  It didn't sound that bad.  At all.  Experiencing it, though?  Totally different story.  Losing vision to low blood sugars.  Collapsing, fainting, black outs.  Anger with high blood sugars.  Severe emotions on either side.  Fatigue, headaches, shakiness, the numbing of extremities, muscle fatigue, shortness of breath, mental confusion.  These are not all, but some of the side effects of my husband's diabetes.  He had a stroke at the tender age of seventeen, and a heart attack at twenty six.  Reading something and experiencing them are two totally different things.  I have hypoglycemia, so I can, in a sense, understand a bit of what my hubby goes through.  I can never truly understand what living with Type 1 Diabetes is like, though.

The hubby and I.  Rockin' our auto-immune diseases.  It's what the cool kids are doing these days.

I read about M.S., and I'm like, "huh, why don't they make it sound as bad as it is?  That doesn't sound bad at all."  Overall pain?  No, throbbing, stabbing, numbness.  Fatigue so severe you can't even move.  The worst sorts of migraines, backaches, knee aches, um, everything aches.  Memory so bad, you forget the conversation you're having at the moment.  Pain from typing on yo dang bloggy blog.  My fingers hurt.  Serious stomach cramps.  All zee time.  I never get a break.  Reading about it sounds so much more pleasant than the reality of it.  True story.