A CONTROL FREAK WITH MS 

In every mundane activity there is a kernel of the extraordinary.

My last post was May 16, 2022. I wrote about cheating on my blog with another project.

Have you ever been rooting through the back of your closet and discovered a pair of old, fuzzy slippers?

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

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

One of the workers carries a medium-sized, ubiquitous brown box into my room.

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.

I’m strangely at a loss for words. I feel like I should be blogging about something, but I can’t seem to settle on a topic.

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

I decided to get my arse in gear and do something productive. I started “reading” in full force.

Small crisis. A visitor comes running in to announce that a resident has just fallen outside on the pavement.

Have a safe and happy summer!

I said something so shocking today, I regretted it the moment the words were out of my mouth.

I’ve learned that no matter how bad something is, it can almost always be worse.

It’s been a whole week of Mondays. Wednesday was perhaps the worst one of all.

I haven’t actually added up how many weeks since I’ve been in lockdown mode because of COVID 19.

I’m not taking advantage of all the extra free time. I hate to squander this precious resource.

She calls it the Room of Joy. Now we all do.