This morning I vacuumed. Well, sort of. I rolled our heavy yellow Hoover over near the living room window where Carl the Rescue Ficus™ resides
Sunday night was…weird. I went to bed early because I was feeling…weird. Dan came to check on me. “What’s up. You doing okay?” “No.” “Well,
Dan and I were leaving the clinic after my doctor’s appointment Friday. I was hobbling with my left arm hooked around his elbow and my right hand
Crisis averted. Nothing caught on fire. But I was smacked by the depressing reality that I can’t do anything and I certainly can’t do anything quickly.
Back in the day, doctors would actually use a hot bath test to diagnose MS! Holy shit!
I woke up at 5:12 a.m. today with the uncontrollable urge to stretch my limbs. I stretched, and as usual my muscles all contracted at