Frankenstein’s monster 

I often find myself trying to explain what it feels like to have Myasthenia Gravis. This series of posts is an attempt to describe what it feels like to live in my body. 

I reach for my meds and my arms jerkily follows the path I want it to. I walk and my legs clumsily move me along. I’ve never been a graceful person but since MG I often feel like Frankenstein’s monster. I lurch through my house, my arms moving in fits and starts often knocking things over. 

The odd thing is this is all internal. It’s so subtle that those watching me from the outside often can’t see. I’m able to work hard enough to appear normal. 

So I’m like Frankenstein’s monster in disguise. If only he would have been so lucky the story may have been a happier one. 

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