In my Freshman year of High School, 2003-ish, I remember riding in my friend's car that October on the way to a haunted house ordeal. Being already a bit cold out, as I had been known to strongly dislike fall/Winter temperatures, I formed a bad case of shivering. Which wasn't abnormal for me in the cold temp., no matter how much I'd bundle. Then, I began to notice I had a loss of feeling across my waist and accompanied by a tingling sensation. Much like the tingles one gets when their "foot falls asleep". Which was rather abnormal. This, I believe, was my first evident symptom. Of course, I thought nothing of it and passed it on to be due to the cold.
Within the following 10 years I had experienced travelling numbness in numerous locations of my body. Sometimes it would stay in one area, such as thighs, for about 3 or so months then return to feeling normal. But, within a month's time of things feeling normal, a new area, such as both hands, would have similar numbness accompanied by the same tingles. This affected my feet, legs, arms, back, face, waist and just about any spot of my body all at different times. Along with random bouts of vertigo. Sadly, this prevented me from attaining a driver license. If I can't feel the gas pedal, taking eyes off road to find it is the last thing I would want to do. Which attributed to me never being employed. I still lack either due to much more progressed and consistent numbness/vertigo.
By the time I graduated High School, I had several X-rays and nerve conduction test done. All to no avail as to what was causing these issues. Since I was an indigent, such things were not cheap or easily affordable. The next three years, as the numbness had already become more prevalent and consistent as well as persisting in more than one area at a time, I began to randomly lose my balance. After my third time falling flat on my face, cutting the bridge of my nose with the nose piece of my glasses, my parents took me to the ER at UAB in Birmingham, AL. Initially, they had me in tears with the notion that it could possibly be a brain tumor. Of course, they had plenty of test to do. First came the spinal tap. Thus followed the 6 worst days of my life. Going from an ICU to having multiple MRI and CT-scans to strange eye test to vomiting everything I put in my body through my gullet. The final diagnosis of MS was the best part of that stay, truth be told.
Knowing what it is I'm going through had provided much clarity. It helped me learn how to truly smile again. Now, as I live day by day doing as I can, I'm seemingly lost on how to achieve certain things. Such as a car with hand brakes/gas and possible funding to help obtain.