A CONTROL FREAK WITH MS 

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

Long story short: On Sunday, March 27 I had viral laryngitis (completely unrelated to earlier bout) and a head cold.

I’m currently OUT of isolation. When I woke up at 7 AM, I was IN isolation.

I’m happy to announce the outbreak is over.

On January 19 Two staff members tested positive for Covid.

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.

I made it out to the Walking Trail again on Sunday (June 27) afternoon.

Lifts and slings are a big part of my life. Here’s a short course.

Over the last 10 days or so they’ve been training new workers to replace the regular ones when they go on vacation this summer.

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

All my friends of similar ages and even younger with fewer conditions have received their vaccinations.

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

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.