3M, or Almost Famous: Part 2

3M: Menopause, MS and Metallica

Day 2 of our trip to Kansas City and hanging with my new best friends, Metallica. All our Bowie buddies had left the building and were on to the next stop on their itinerary. As I recall we didn’t do anything much that day prior to the show that night (CP if you’re reading this chime in anytime with your memories of this fun adventure!).

The relationship between Menopause and MS is a contentious one. Menopause initally calls the shots with a prickly heat or an out and out hot flash and that pisses MS off. MS in turn shows Menopause who’s boss by refusing to balance, walk straight or have strong muscles. This bratty behavior back and forth has gone on with me for years ~ I think I had my first hot flash back in 2002 and I’m STILL having them. Geez, can’t we all just get along? Apparently not, as was proven that night.

As was befitting ‘Friends Of The Band’, RT had procured amazing seats for us very far down and close to the stage. Our ‘almost famous’ status followed us as RT winked at CP from the stage and the people around us, who were winners of radio contest seats, looked at her like they wanted her to call them “Love”.

Seven years ago I was still mainly symptom free of MS. I avoided heat which caused everything to wobble a bit and I did have to sit more often than stand. Then there were always those pesky stairs.

So we’re sitting way down front in this older arena. I mention the age as the stairs were very steep and there was no railing (no ADA retrofitting here yet). CP and her boyfriend were very helpful in getting me settled in my seat. Adding insult to injury to this whole thing, I tend to be claustrophobic in crowded places without a direct and easy access out.

Of course, since my MS has been exacerbated by the stairs and the claustrophobia, Menopause decides to join the party with a vengeance. The show starts with some super loud, hard driving ROCK ‘N ROLL. The fans are going nuts, screaming and yelling. I’m sweating like a hog with it’s hair on fire. I’m feeling claustrophobic and trapped because how on earth am I going to get back up those stairs? And then…from 10 feet away, big columns of flames start shooting out of the stage in this huge extravaganza of pyrotechnics. Oh boy.

That does it. I crawl up the stairs back to the concession level where I sit out the entire show on the hard concrete floor. CP comes up to check on me now and again and I assure her I can hear the show just fine from this level. I confess. At this point I hate anything that has to do with the Metallica. I could care less about David Bowie. All I can do is wish for it to be over so I can get the hell out of there and back to civilization. A soft pillow. A good book. Silence.

I’d never thought I was really cut out to be Almost Famous and this proved it for me. Don’t get me wrong ~ we had a blast. Our night went on from there and this time included even more members of this iconic band and some glimpses of the types of behavior I’d been anticipating. Overall the entire weekend was sensational, and certainly one of my fondest rock ‘n roll memories. CP and CMcF were the perfect companions for this capriciousness and I’ll always be grateful to them for including me.

Since then though, no more Metallica for me. I wish I could just as easily turn off the other 2 Ms!

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