My MG Is Not A Car

What would you say if I told you, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t cook dinner because the potato peeler was too heavy.” Or, “I didn’t wash the dishes because I couldn’t hold the sponge.” Would you believe me, or think I was lying?

I have myasthenia gravis. Ordinary household objects like can openers, mops, and bottles of laundry soap can be hard for me to use. More than once I have had to stop peeling potatoes because the peeler felt too heavy.

Doesn’t that sound ridiculous? How can a potato peeler feel heavy?

Life Lessons

When I was in school some of my lessons seemed impossible to understand. Like this: 

Evaluate:

At first glance what to do eluded me. OK, what to do eluded me at my 439th glance, too. The more I evaluated the problem the less sense it made. What is this? What does it mean? How do I make this work? What am I supposed to do now? 

As challenging as some lessons were, school taught me to think logically. I learned math in a systematic progression from arithmetic to algebra, geometry, trigonometry, and calculus. In elementary school I learned how to construct a simple sentence: subject verb. Then I learned about adjectives, prepositions, and subordinate clauses. I performed Twinkle Twinkle on my cello long before performing the Haydn C Major Cello Concerto. School taught me to expect order and sequence and flow — simple → challenging → difficult. Life lessons have taught me meaningless and flow sequence is order how.

Life lessons have taught me this instead: