Some Days

 

Some days you just wanna bitch to no one in particular.

(This is one of those days)

Some days I get so tired of doing what I can to hold off the steady grip MS has on my life.  Tired of the exercise & stretching to battle spasticity, only to have it come back later with a vengeance.

Some days I despise needles.  The shots.  The infusions.  The tests.  Botox.  Contrasts.  Some days I feel like a voodoo doll.

 

Some days I regret drinking all the water I must to keep from being constipated…then later, peeing myself trying to make it to the bathroom.

Some days I get angry at my stumbling feet.  My shuffling gait.  Uncertain if my next step will be safe & hazard-free.  I take very few steps per day yet my feet look worse than those of a marathon runner.  Buster Brown?…No, more like Buster Gross!

I love traveling & going places but some days (most often) unfolding my body after a long car ride is a difficult task.  (That, and I have to pee.)

Some days I tire of all the mobility crap I need.  Rollators upstairs, downstairs, in the garage.  A wheelchair fills the back hatch of my car.  And canes everywhere you look.  I would be Christmas for a scrap yard.

 

 

Some days I could care less about the Funny Meter pegging zero.

 

 

I prefer to sit on the floor so my legs can stretch out in front of me.  But some days getting up can be a struggle.

Some days I wish I could read more than a few pages of a book before dozing off.  (Or a blog, namely this one)

Some days I hate MS worse than others.  Nah, I take that back, I ALWAYS hate MS.

Some days (most days honestly) it’s frustrating not to be able to pitch in doing my share.  Lend a hand clearing the table.  Help a friend move.  Yark work.  There is always something to do–and I can’t help.  Seems I just get in the way.

I’m typically not one to complain about MS, but today it really gets my goat.

Some days are better than others, I suppose.  Here’s hoping your day is one of the better ones.

Keep moving.