I’m alive and well…. although there are some amusing moments.
For example, this afternoon I had to pee something fierce. I mean it was BAD BAD BAD… like if I bent over to tie my shoe I would wet myself and at least 500 feet of the hallway. I quickly undid my pants and began lowering myself to the toilet seat… I thought slowly enough. But – I missed. The toilet. I was about 3/4 off to the left. Just enough to body slam the wall, jostling the commercial style ass-wipe holder (the anti-theft kind… what kind of world do we live in that requires anti-theft devices for 2-ply ass-wipe or even the John Wayne variety?), and making all sorts of humorous noise I’m sure. It couldn’t have been concerning noise because no one came rushing to the women’s restroom banging the door to check my welfare.
And not too long ago I fell. Just fell. No reason. Guess my ass has been missing the feel of concrete that’s been cooled by sprinklers in the night air. I must say though – I’ve gotten quite good at the fall. Slow and graceful. No unnecessary attempts at blocking the fall causing injury to the hands, wrists, elbows, shoulders, hips, knees, ankles, and so on. I just sort of gradually sit down for no apparent reason.
MS is a weird thing. But you knew that already.
My daughter, her 1/2 sister, and me participated in an MS fundraiser earlier this month. Painting with a Twist. It as quite fun. We did this cute painting of a walk path with pretty trees in the sunset. I guess I did okay LOL
I’ve been fortunate to spend time with my dad a couple of times since Christmas. I’m trying to get up there as much as I can. On the last trip a few weeks ago, my aunt & uncle had come to town. We did a family selfie – without Dad. He was at work. I’ve never known such a dedicated man as Dad. He’s walking around with cancer in his head and liver, receiving visits from hospice nurses and STILL the man goes to work every day. He’s amazing!
Coach & I moved. He had his replaced on January 4th. Recovery would’ve been difficult living in an RV. So we are in an apartment now. I LOVE IT! The healthcare system I work for built apartments and townhouses when we became a teaching hospital. A place for the medical residents to live… and other members of our workforce. At first Coach wasn’t thrilled about the idea but he always does what he can to make me happy. And so we moved… the weekend I went to be with my mother. Behind us there is a not so pretty piece of earth moving equipment. It really reminds me of that old book “are you my mother?” … anyone familiar with that one?