The Curmudgeon had another really bad MS day.  He finally gave in and went back to his bed.  Sleep did not come, he grew weaker, and more miserable as the afternoon turned into evening.

     He refused to eat dinner.  Gee, I could have skipped cooking and rested had I known he’d do that.  He did take his medications.  However, they didn’t help.  The Curmudgeon is having great difficulty walking and I cannot pick him up from the floor.  This makes for a very frustrating time for both of us.

     I hope that today he feels better.  I will know as soon as I wake up because these days he never lets me have one moment to catch my breath before he needs this and that.  I do wish he’d wait until after I had my first cup of coffee.  I function so much better then.

     Keep your fingers crossed that he is improved by the time I wake.  You all have a good one.