Once, in a high school English class, our teacher asked us to describe something that annoyed us. For some reason, the thing that I felt the need to mention to my friends was the moment when, having just woken up, you make a fist and your fingers feel so weak you can’t force them closed.
My friends just stared at me. Blinked. “That’s not a thing, Elise.”
I laughed. I thought they were messing with me, that clearly everybody had the same muscle weakness when they woke up. For years afterwards, every time I thought about that (no idea why I’ve never forgotten it…), I still thought they’d been messing with me.
Until I got diagnosed with ataxia and thought… maybe that isn’t normal after all! Maybe this early-morning fist-making-refusal was my fingers showing their very first signs of ataxia. My muscles taking their sweet time to wake up in the morning.
So who knows. Maybe it was ataxia, maybe it wasn’t. All I know is, it still happens—I couldn’t punch anybody upon waking to save my life. And it’s still a thing that annoys me.
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