I have a lot of news to share about Super Sarah and I’s trip to New York but I have to share with you this awesome dream first of all! I usually have weird dreams but this one really made me chuckle.

Before I go into the dream world, I will share a moment of reality. I have had a lot of trouble with my left hand recently. I naturally want to ball it into a fist and hold it close to my chest. This is a reaction to the spasticity that I have and it has had some negative affects on day-to-day tasks. I am left-handed so my handwriting has suffered and I had previously avoided writing wherever possible. But not any more!

My wonderful physio had another trick up her sleeve. Not only did she show me some exercises to strengthen my tricep which was the muscle that was weakening, but she gave me a hand splint to try. It is the strangest looking thing and takes up a substantial part of my arm! As I usually do, I have given him a name. He is called Randall! He looks a bit like Randall in Monsters Inc, my all time favourite film!

I am only to wear it at night, in bed. This stops me from balling my fist and curling my arm up. I now just abandon my arm somewhere and continue with my sleep. My arm is usually bothering Super Sarah now, but I am fine! The effect that it has had on the use of my hand is astounding. But I will tell you about that later, now back to dreamland…

…I am confidently strolling down the street (in my dreams I can still do that, it is almost cruel!) and Randall is attached to my arm. And he is alive! Randall is a Muppet! We stroll, we laugh, it was so much fun. In reality, I was probably talking to myself but in dreamland, Randall and I were the best of friends. He is blue and has big eyes like Kermit. He is a brilliant companion – sarcastic and witty, just like me!

Then out of nowhere, I trip! I manage to catch myself suddenly, my heart rate is racing and I am slightly bent over, catching my breath. Randall is killing himself laughing. I don’t like him anymore, he is a mean muppet! After such a happy start to the dream, my subconscious has to interrupt and remind me that I have MS.

To give Randall his credit, he has helped me so much. I am starting to have more confidence in my hand again. I am using it to pick things up, I am doing simple tasks like brushing my hair with this arm, I high-five Super Sarah with this hand, but more importantly, I am starting to write with this hand again!

Super Sarah and I were at a wedding fayre recently (it is almost time to make this commitment!) and I was asked to write down my name and email address. Super Sarah went to step in as she usually does, when I stopped her. I took the pen in my hand. I was nervous. The pressure was on. This was a competition entry for Afternoon Tea so the stakes were high. Could I really do this? The room was silent. With a shaky hand, I heroically take the pen and slowly but surely scrawl my details onto this slip. A huge cheer erupted from the crowd as I gently lay the pen down and place the slip in the big bowl.

Ok, I may have imagined a lot of this but I did write the slip myself! A very proud moment. So I can almost forgive Randall for laughing at me when I tripped. Almost.