Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Tuesday Tales

Rebelling against Rebif this week for some reason. What up with that? Who am I rebelling against? The MS? My neuro? Committing to do the self injection tonight no matter what.

Added blondish, face-framing highlights to my hair. I think it looks pretty good and I needed a change. It might as well be true when everyone tells me I look SO good.

Stayed up too late watching TV and surfing online last night--I think it was after 1am by the time I crawled into bed. What up with that? Lack of sleep always kicks my a$$ the next day.

Trying my damnedest, apparently, to eat every single one of the freeze pops in the box of 100 I purchased last weekend. The kids haven't found them yet. I hope there are some left by the time they do or Ruby will certainly give me an earful. Sugar is not good for my mind, body, spirit so, again...what up?

Second to last grief group tonight. The leader said that we should exchange numbers to keep getting together on our own. Since I cry every time I enter the room with these people and many of them do the same, I'm not sure if I want to be meeting them monthly in a restaurant. The waitress would be very perplexed by all the crying and dark humor. Plus, I feel like they all pity me for the LITTLE they know of my life, my family, and the circumstances around my father's death. What if they knew about the MS and the drunken hospice behavior? Geesh!

Having a hard time focusing on work writing assignments lately which is really easy to do working from home. Is it just a matter of buckling down or is it cognitive issues? Aaaah. The never ender question of those of us with a disease that can affect any and all central nervous system functions. Is it MS?


  1. It must be that time of year for needing hair changes.Hmmm? Too funny about the freeze pops.LOL It brings back memories of when my kids were little and I would hide a bag of M & M's behind things on the kitchen counter and sneak them.
    I just had horrifying results from a Lipid Panel and I am trying to adjust my diet. You know the story.
    You have me very curious about the drunken hospice behavior.
    As far as the writing, it has to be cognitive.
    Have a great day.

  2. Getting ready, not quite there yet, to write about the particulars surrounding Dad's death. I'm thinking of submitting it for either a This American Life or some written pub. Didn't want to leave anyone hanging, though. It was not MY drunken hospice behavior. It was my father's wife, AKA the StepMoron. Ok. That was mean. Perhaps I'm at the mean stage of grief now. I kind of prefer it over the hysterical snotty crying phase, I gotta say.