I have been feeling amazing lately. Physically. Yeah, you heard me. No fatigue fog (sucks, sucks, sucks) No cognitive issues. (well, no more than my normal ditzy self) No bad numbness creeping down the side of my body and sending me into a panic attack (hate those)
Nothing. Except a common cold. Seriously??? I feel great and you throw me a freakin cold???? I don't have time for that shit. I really don't. And it's the first day of winter break. A day I love. The high fiving with the teen boyos when I pick them up from exams. The dramatic turning off the alarm for next 3 weeks ritual. Watching old Christmas movies. Drinking hot cocoa. Not getting dressed...... You get my picture.
It's rather humorous. You throw me MS. Give me symptoms and issues all the time at the drop of a hat. Then out of the blue you make me feel great. And boom the next morning you give me a cold.
The ugly red nose, snuffling, Vicks Vapor Rub smelling kind of cold.
But, I still feel better than MS makes me. So take that MS. :)
I was diagnosed with relapsing-remitting Multiple Sclerosis in December 2008. This is my blog about my life living with the roller-coaster world of MS with a little humor and advice thrown in!
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Monday, December 9, 2013
Always Have Sweat Pants
Isn't it nice when you have a great week? You feel good. The future looks good etc. That has been my week and I hope it keeps on going.
I don't know about everyone else but December is always a busy month. Having kids means December explodes with events, parties, exams, practices. You name it. My days are spent driving, dropping off and picking up. My gas is already double than normal months.
And you know what? I love it. Wouldn't trade it. EVER. Even when I blew up because both of my teens was running in a 5k Saturday morning and youngest zombie realized he had no sweat pants. None. Nothing even close. That morning. 30 minutes before we had to be there. And it was 20 degrees outside. (I really don't know if that's accurate but, it was freakin cold) Seriously?? How could he (I) miss that???
Who the hell doesn't have a pair of sweats laying around??? And he's the youngest. He should have 10 years worth of hand me downs from 2 brothers.
I offered a pair of my warmest yoga pants. Crap, their black no one will notice I said. You would have thought I was asking him to wear my panties the way he reacted.
So, I jumped in my car and verbally blistered both boys about responsibility, thinking ahead, I'm not going to always be able to come to the last minute rescue....(yeah, right)
blah blah blah and drove to corner drugstore. They have crappy sweat pants all freakin year except Saturday.
Onward to Wal-Mart. I'm really on a roll by then.
Pay $20 for a pair of sweatpants. Told youngest they were a Christmas gift and don't expect anything else. (Hey, they all know without enough coffee I will turn into psycho Mom)
Later this week an acquaintance told me she was thrilled to see my boys at the run and how nice and polite they were and so helpful and how much $$ was raised........
Made me feel like an asshole Mom. Teen boys don't think ahead. Maybe it was my fault for not checking his closet. So, maybe I should back it up and get him the matching sweatshirt for Christmas.........
I don't know about everyone else but December is always a busy month. Having kids means December explodes with events, parties, exams, practices. You name it. My days are spent driving, dropping off and picking up. My gas is already double than normal months.
And you know what? I love it. Wouldn't trade it. EVER. Even when I blew up because both of my teens was running in a 5k Saturday morning and youngest zombie realized he had no sweat pants. None. Nothing even close. That morning. 30 minutes before we had to be there. And it was 20 degrees outside. (I really don't know if that's accurate but, it was freakin cold) Seriously?? How could he (I) miss that???
Who the hell doesn't have a pair of sweats laying around??? And he's the youngest. He should have 10 years worth of hand me downs from 2 brothers.
I offered a pair of my warmest yoga pants. Crap, their black no one will notice I said. You would have thought I was asking him to wear my panties the way he reacted.
So, I jumped in my car and verbally blistered both boys about responsibility, thinking ahead, I'm not going to always be able to come to the last minute rescue....(yeah, right)
blah blah blah and drove to corner drugstore. They have crappy sweat pants all freakin year except Saturday.
Onward to Wal-Mart. I'm really on a roll by then.
Pay $20 for a pair of sweatpants. Told youngest they were a Christmas gift and don't expect anything else. (Hey, they all know without enough coffee I will turn into psycho Mom)
Later this week an acquaintance told me she was thrilled to see my boys at the run and how nice and polite they were and so helpful and how much $$ was raised........
Made me feel like an asshole Mom. Teen boys don't think ahead. Maybe it was my fault for not checking his closet. So, maybe I should back it up and get him the matching sweatshirt for Christmas.........
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Change In Climate
I don't know what it is about traveling north for the holidays. I'm not sure if it's the effing cold (15 degrees the morning we left) or the super darkness. But, all I wanted to do over Thanksgiving was stay in my toasty hotel room and stay under the covers.
Depression was my best friend this week. Maybe it was a combination of my frozen, stiff muscles or that I was at my husband's family. I haven't been in a number of years and I don't see me going again any time soon. The spasticity and stiffness in my leg muscles was so bad that I got in the hotel hot tub. Something I never ever do. (I think all those foaming bubbles are harboring nasty bacteria or some kind of social diseases).
Now that I'm home to 50 & 60 degree weather I'm back to normal. Go figure.
Depression was my best friend this week. Maybe it was a combination of my frozen, stiff muscles or that I was at my husband's family. I haven't been in a number of years and I don't see me going again any time soon. The spasticity and stiffness in my leg muscles was so bad that I got in the hotel hot tub. Something I never ever do. (I think all those foaming bubbles are harboring nasty bacteria or some kind of social diseases).
Now that I'm home to 50 & 60 degree weather I'm back to normal. Go figure.
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