A CONTROL FREAK WITH MS 

Sometimes I blog about bad stuff. I’m a pretty happy camper at the moment so I’m writing about that instead.

This morning I had a hot, soapy shower. I just returned from a roll halfway around the backyard. It’s good to be me.

My date with the ENT was quite an adventure.

I’ve been playing two medical waiting games concurrently and I just won both within a week of each other.

A couple of days before Christmas, I got some good health news – sort of – and it would be remiss of me not to mention it here.

There’s a reason why this is my permanent address. Here’s my latest conundrum.

Several days before I fell and broke my hip, I consulted a medium.

It’s been five weeks since I broke my hip. I’ve had plenty of time to think and put it all in perspective.

What follows is a two-week account of a hip injury.

Last night, when I was wide awake at 2 AM, it occurred to me that I’ve never written about an actual day.

I finally got my Covid jab yesterday afternoon. Hooray! I never imagined I would ever be this excited about getting a needle.

It finally happened. Just now, outside, off the beaten track. I got myself royally stuck.

I never ask for the information. They offer it to me apropos of nothing. No previous conversation.

This is a collection of little “thought-lets” and observations I made that don’t quite merit a post of their own.

In long-term care settings and in private homes, they help people like me with what’s known in the business as “Activities of Daily Living.”

It means pretty much what it sounds like: my disease hasn’t been active for a while.

Today I had a telephone appointment with Dr. Doomandgloom to get the results of my MRI, officially I suppose.

Remember the MRI I had back in October? I got the results yesterday, sooner than expected.

In a couple of days I will have the first MRI in a long time.

Back in the day when we lived in the schoolhouse, I had time and energy to make jam.