A CONTROL FREAK WITH MS 

My hair has always been my one beauty indulgence. I don’t wear makeup. I don’t wear a lot of jewelry and my ears aren’t even pierced.

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.

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.

Last night I was attacked by three slices of watermelon.

It’s something I have worried about ever since I got here a little more than three years ago.

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.

I just returned from an appointment at the hospital. Probably the easiest one I’ve ever had.

Have a safe and happy summer!

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

The guy shrugged his shoulders, as if to say, sorry, but that’s how it goes sometimes. He pressed the elevator button and waited.

The drug mule arrives at 8:45 PM to give me the first of my evening pills. She turns the bathroom cold water tap on full blast. Mule:...

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.