Would you rather ...?

To relieve boredom and waste some time, I often come up with would you rather questions. Usually they are hypothetical and ridiculous. Some examples:Would you rather be a lion with a quack or a duck with a roar?
Would you rather always speak like Daffy Duck or like the Cookie Monster?
Would you rather be a vegan for a year or a vegetarian for life?
See the end for answers!
We all face would you rather situations every day in our lives. Some trivial (Would you rather eat chicken or anything else in the world for tea?), others are much more important (Would you rather stirfry or grill the chicken?!). I was blown away by some of the comments to my first blog. It's lovely to be described as an inspiration, but in truth when I was diagnosed I was faced with a Would you rather question. Would I rather get on or give up? Be hopeful or despairing? Be appreciative of what I have or despondent about what I do not?
For each of the above, I tried the latter to begin with. For the first year, I gave up. I didn't see friends much, didn't go out much, in fact, apart from swim I didn't do very much at all. That got me nowhere. So I made a conscious decision to change. My friends and family probably don't realise this, but two occasions in particular helped me come to terms with the disease.
The first was when I went to Manchester on the coach to meet up with my friends from uni. I got very drunk, pretty early on (some things will never change!) And my night (evening?!) ended with my sister collecting me from Nando's! This was so important to me though because I got to Manchester independently and I saw my uni mates and they treated me no differently. We got on the beers, had a laugh and took the piss. I even fell over. Things were just like they always have been!
The second occasion was the christening of my cousin's daughter. I had a couple of beers (and I mean literally two, and therefore I was a bit pissed!) and had a crack on with anybody who'd talk to me. (So by the end I was probably sat there talking to baby Etta because everybody else was bored of me!) Being surrounded by my family and enjoying the day meant I didn't even think about my condition. I realised I have MS, MS does not have me.
In short, the reasons for my positive outlook in life are my friends and family. Would you rather be rich, beautiful (and I mean a straight 10 out of 10, not languishing in the 8s like me!) and have perfect health, or love and be loved by your family and friends? I know my answer, and I am lucky enough to have it. (Did I notuytsay earlier? You can't have both in this game!)
MS update (there should be some point to this blog!):
Day to day nothing much changes. In terms of walking, shaking and general energy I have bad days and worse days! I'm going to the hospital later this week. As part of the treatment I received in February, I have to go to the hospital every month for five years for blood tests and to give a urine sample (try pissing into a small bottle when you're visually impaired and your arms shake constantly!). It's a bit of a nuisance but it does mean I get to see my MS specialist nurse, Barbara. I call her Babs, but never to her face because I'm a bit scared of her! She thinks, speaks and moves around at 100 mph but she is brilliant. Since my diagnosis she has given me so much time, care and support and I honestly don't think there is a better, more hard-working or passionate nurse in the NHS.
Next week, I have an appointment at the RVI hospital in Newcastle. It's just for some tests ahead of surgery next summer. I am getting deep brain stimulation treatment to hopefully help with my tremors. The consultant described it as non-too-invasive brain surgery which sounds slightly oxymoronic but I'll roll with it!
Thanks again everybody for the incredible response to my first blog. The heartfelt comments were really touching and it's nice that we can all take strength from each other. I hope this post hasn't been a case of second album syndrome (i.e. massive disappointment!). I'll think of something else to talk about in the coming days/weeks (Hopefully not about me, vanity is not an attractive quality!) and be back to write about it then! Oh, and remember, sharing's caring so please continue to spread the word (I'm pretty sure that's how the bible started out!)
Finally, I would like to offer my thoughts to the family and friends of all those killed in the Paris terrorist attacks on Friday, and indeed to the loved ones of all victims of terrorism around the world. To commit acts of terror in the name of religion is deplorable. Would you rather love or hate? The answer is so obvious to anybody with any sense of morality. To any person in fact. Those that choose to hate, and they come from all faiths, races and nationalities, are not human. They are evil and nothing else.
Answers:
A lion with a quack. A roaring duck would just scare the other ducks. Plus, a good natured, quackng lion could make millions on the variety circuit. Britain's Got Talent winner for sure.
Cookie Monster. Daffy Duck spits when he speaks. No one likes a spitter. (Innuendo? I don't know what you mean.)
Vegetarian for life. I don't think I could last a day without milk let alone a year. I would miss chicken though. A lot.