Retired, Battling MS
It lay dormant - just waiting - letting me know - now and again - with a slip or fumble - that she was still around.
She, why she?
It had all the vagaries of a women with none of the charms, There was no set cycle you could depend on - No Passion or down time just the creeping certainty that your life had changed forever.
I was driving day shift taxis in the glaring sun - when it became the monster that it is now. The doctor wouldn't say straight away what it was, it mimics so many other diseases. He waited till he was sure because he knew this would change my life.
Then he did after scan after scan, I ignored it and changed shifts from day to nite. The calming nite air settled it down and off I went for another nite of denial.
But she never forgot me never left me alone for long - no longer was the sun blasting me all day it was the exhaustion. We were doing 12 hour shifts with a break and thought we were kings. Weakness was dismissed as something that happened to Day shift drivers not us on the Nite shift.
We were mini gods on the Dog Watch. Just 5 of us to handle a city of work in the small hours. We would get the loonys, the really bad arses - the drunks the shift workers - I loved it .
A radio telephone my only link to a world, ruled by the operator. He who sent us here and there to pick up whoever, monitored you if he needed, but largely you were on your own.
As I am now battling MS daily - no car to drive no exitement just a TV and and the the Net for company.