As a Multiple Sclerosis patient, it has become necessary for me to reinvent myself. I have ... and continue to ... refuse to lie down and die, or in this case, follow the normally prescribed drugs and treatments that do nothing to defeat my disease. I am not only surviving by pursuing alternatives, I am thriving. I do the things specialists told me I would never be able to do. I walk and hope to one day even run regularly. I retain my cognitive and creative abilities for the pleasure of my readers. Although you may never see me on my daily walk, you are welcome to read my novel(s) and in doing so, come to ask yourself, "How can the 'out of the box' protocol she has followed, help my loved one with an autoimmune disease like Multiple Sclerosis?"


Saturday Sampler - more Live, Love, Repeat

Mercedes knew she owed Trevor and his care her full attention, but she couldn't keep her mind from worrying over the situation with Wayne. Word among the office staff buzzed that Whippy fired employees rather than keep troublemakers.  She'd made trouble this morning. Dr. Whipple didn't sound happy about it over the phone. She followed Trevor outside into the heat, closing the door behind her.
Things appeared different under the cabana. She hadn't noticed the change when they had talked at the fountain. A trapeze of sorts with two supports stood on either side of the lounger with a bar secured between them.
"What's this paraphernalia?"
"Cedric and I figured that since the hospital can provide a medical trapeze for a bed, they should spring for the same for the lounger. They didn't, so I had Jacob come by last evening and put this together for me," Trevor explained the poles and bar with satisfaction.
"I think he needs to learn to measure a bit better," Mercedes observed.
"Actually, he built it exactly the way I envisioned it." He had to admit the extra three feet of length on one end made the whole thing appear like a lop-sided barbell. Makeshift or not, it allowed him to wheel his chair under it and move to the lounger.
"Okay, so you can get onto the lounger by yourself?"
"Not quite. I need you to lift my feet." Trevor positioned his chair under the protruding side of the bar. The move from chair to the lounger went smoothly once Mercedes took hold of his legs and feet.
"See that? Good exercise for my upper body."
"True." Mercedes helped him settle on the lounger and began the exercises that involved moving joints several times within its full range of motion. She used an aloe lotion to massage his legs, enjoying the feel of the muscles. At first they were tight, reflecting his lack of physical activity but as she massaged, the muscles relaxed, becoming pliable to her touch. She found it easy to move from one side of the lounger, to kneeling at his feet to rest his foot on her shoulder working the muscles in his thigh.
"Relax Trevor," she coaxed, trying to watch the plants behind him rather than his expression or the way his body responded to her touch. She hoped his arousal wouldn't continue, but it did. Her tongue polished her right eyetooth while Tiny Porsche swaggered up and down Mercedes's shoulder whispering sexy innuendoes. Keeping her mind distracted became paramount.
She enjoyed doing massage, as she worked; the classes she moonlighted in came afresh to her memory, drowning Tiny Porsche's words to silence. Even the Massage theory class she'd unintentionally stumbled into niggled her thoughts, repeating the health benefits.
She would keep an eye on his muscles and watch to compare the difference, if any, between the atrophy of his lower body versus his upper body that she didn't massage and manipulate regularly. He would be her first test subject. She needed to figure out a method of measurement. The sharpness of the definition of muscles? Possibly, but she would need pictures. Her cell phone took reasonable photos. The trick would be getting him to let her take them without thinking she was drooling over him.
"Trevor? “ she began tentatively. “How would you feel about helping me with my research?"
"Depends."
"On?" Mercedes doubted he'd agree but she'd already started down this path. She really needed to think before she jumped in feet first.
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