A CONTROL FREAK WITH MS 

This is a post I started way back at the end of April and never finished.

The front-line workers where I live are very near and dear to my heart. They make my existence so much better.

My hands aren’t as strong or coordinated as they used to be. Sometimes it feels like they’ve forgotten they were holding on to something.

Full disclosure: I grew up in Ontario and moved to New Brunswick as quickly as I could, when I was 33.

A week ago I was one of the few residents to venture out on the sidewalk...

It’s been a pissy, irritating kind of day.

This isn’t a time for rational thought. Well okay, I guess it actually is. But my mother’s instincts are yelling at me to drop everything...

Time to get new glasses, ones that are bolder and edgier to reflect the changes in my personality.

I made an appointment as soon as the email arrived from the optometrist saying two years had gone by.

There are three of us who eat lunch together. We’re joined by a fourth for supper.

I watched “A Beautiful Day in the Neighbourhood” on Thursday night. I had to watch it again on Friday night, for two reasons.

I’m taking the path of least resistance today. It all started yesterday morning around 8 AM.

Been feeling kinda sad the last couple days. Nothing specific, just generally sad.

According to the last census, one of the fastest growing demographic groups in Canada are folks over 100...

I guess the ironic benefit of having had so many stressful life events recently is that I now have a wide range of coping skills.

Did I mention I’m probably the only resident in this place that has normal hearing? It’s a mixed blessing, especially in communal living.

It’s been a good day. In fact, I’ve had three good days in a row now. And I feel good too, mentally and physically.

Not all pees are created equal.

Last summer I succumbed to the charms of Dr. Pimple Popper. Little did I know what was in store for me.

Let's put googly eyes on the oven mitts and turn them into sharks.