Things I don't want to lose track of

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Justin's siglines that I love-

Current one- "Everybody run! The calculator has become self-aware! And it's questioning its existence!"

Previous faves- "I'm not stealing, I'm just borrowing without asking and no intention to return it."



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Haircut

I cut my hair today.. I'm not sure how bad a job I did of it.. I just put it into a ponytail and whacked off about 4 inches. My regular hairdresser, my mom, has been unwell these past few weeks, so it's not like I can have her do it for me.. I just wouldn't ask that of her.

Someday I'll have to get over my fear of going to someone else to cut my hair..and be like most people. Not everyone has a family member who is a licensed barber/cosmetologist. But my mom has been doing hair on and off for about 40 years- basically my whole life.

I had a good appointment at physical therapy today... I saw the PT assistant, Martin. He cracks me up.. always making me laugh. This makes doing the strengthening exercises that much more enjoyable. I was put in the "cage" to do some stretches... the cage was fun. A whole lot more fun than the shoulder exercises. I hope I'll be able to move my arm tomorrow... we shall see.

Physical Therapy

I saw my neurologist in November. He referred me to a physical therapist because I'm having problems with not being able to lift my right arm out to the side without a lot of pain. Plus I'm having gait problems, so this is also being addressed.

He had me do these exercises during my last appointment... MAN did those make my shoulder ACHE, but by after I went back to the examination room I got such a wonderful massage in that area.

If only the man I'm married to would massage my knotted muscles to help me combat the pain I live with daily.. Massage works so much better than the drugs I take for it.

Wendy...

Rain - Haiku

Listening to rain
Stuccato beats serenade me
Natures lullaby

Talking with friends

I had a good talk with my friend last night. I've known her since 5th grade. We talked about random things, like the junk going on in my life and random other things. It's nice to know someone who has known me since way back when, on through my adulthood.

Did I grow?

When I went to one of the Orthopedic surgeons I got measured so they knew how tall I am. I put down that I was I was 5' 1/2"... because that is how tall I've been my WHOLE adult life. The nurse measured me at the doctors office and says that I'm 5'2"... I was wearing shoes... is that measurement really that accurate?

Sometimes things like this make me wonder about some people in the medical profession.

Wow! I've grown and inch and a half since I had my youngest child. I guess this means that the steroids I'd been on after he was born didn't do anything bad to my bones... I've honestly been concerned.

Now back to normal Wendy mode...

If I've grown an inch and a half, why are my pants still so much too long?

Something that irritates the stuffing out of me- plus happy anniversary

I get this email message from the NMSS (National Multiple Sclerosis Society) and it talks about the effects of smoking on people with MS. How people with MS who smoke their bad habit makes their MS worse.

I am NOT a smoker, never have been, never will be! So what happened to ME, why is MY MS getting worse? Diet soda? Oh hell no! I don't drink that stuff. Because I got Mono as a teen? Umm.... nope, not me. I started getting weird symptoms that couldn't be explained before I was a teenager. Suffered from depression since grade school. At 15 I started having back pains from knotted up muscles that I was getting for seemingly no reason. After testing my doctor told us it was from stress.

At 19 I was told I had carpal tunnel syndrome... by 20 I was tested and told that I didn't have it. Finally, after many other mysterious things happening to me I finally see a doctor and get told I have MS when I'm 29 years old. Now I'm 40, it's been 11 years since I first found out. Today is the anniversary of when I found out. It's been 11 years, I'm still walking thanks to the meds I've taken in the past and what I take today.

Just a rant.

It has been three weeks since I broke my finger, I feel like I will have to have surgery on it to get full mobility back. But what do I know, I'm not a doctor, I'm just a patient. I'm just tired of wearing this stupid splint, I'm tired of my husband being no help to me. In fact, this afternoon he ranted and raved at me about MY not helping him when he asked me to do something for him.

WHAT?!? Didn't I ask him to help me out after breaking my finger? Don't I ask him to help me out around the house with things I can't do myself, but get no help from him? Why couldn't he have done what he supposedly asked me to do? I had just woken up from a nap and was just starting to eat lunch, something he had already done himself. I didn't hear him ask me to do what he wanted

I ask him for help because I can't do everything he thinks I should be able to do, because I do have advancing Multiple Sclerosis and don't have the energy to clean up after all of us, all of the time. He's freaking 40 years old and should be able to clean up after himself. Why do I have to pick up his empty soda bottles when he empties them and leaves them around the house? Why do I have to be the one to take out the trash? Right now I can't do the dishes... it's nearly impossible to do with only one hand, we don't have a dish washer, they have to be done by hand.   

If we had a washer and dryer I would be able to do the laundry... but he gave mine away with the promise to buy me a new set... but here it is 2.5 years later and we're having to go to the laundry mat to do laundry. I don't drive, so I can't just take the clothes there myself. You wouldn't want me on the road with you, so don't suggest that. Do you really want to be on the road with a driver who is having a panic attack during random moments?