A CONTROL FREAK WITH MS 

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

My date with the ENT was quite an adventure.

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.

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

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

The story really began a week earlier when the “bath team” started using a new commode chair.

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.”

This latest problem began December 21, when I broke a filling in the last molar at the back of the left side of my jaw.

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

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.

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