MS sucks. We all know that. The Curmudgeon’s MS tends to suck in multiple ways. Yesterday it sucked by stranding him in the kitchen in the morning. Which in turn had him using his cell phone to call the house and leave a message knowing that the phone next to my bed would pick up the message and (most likely) wake me.

     One problem with that, is when he does it, he puts me in adrenalin zapped heart pumping overloaded panic mode. Too many times of that and one day I’ll just die of a panic induced heart attack before I get to the top of the stairs.

     I spent the rest of the day cranky, completely out of sorts, too tired from only 4 hours sleep, head achy, and unable to fully function. Nothing got done.

You all have a good one.

     I need a vacation.