A first

Earlier today on Facebook, I saw a picture of the participants of the seminar at which I participated last week.

On one end, I saw myself. In the wheelchair.

As far as I know, it's the first picture of me in a wheelchair.

I'm not sure what I think about that.

But I know how I feel.

Weird. Uncomfortable. Not depressed...

But uncomfortable.

I suppose that being forced to acknowledge your own frailty is a gift of MS.

But not one I particularly wanted, in that form, today.