Or Life with a man who has secondary progressive MS.

I never thought a person could possibly groan as much as he does every minute of every day. (Groaning not done when he thinks I am out of hearing range.)

The standard cry of “I can’t find it.”  While turning in circles, a daily occurrence.

Constant whining.

Saying things like, “You’re supposed to swallow it not inhale it.” As he coughs, gags, and chokes at each meal.

Listening to a constant stream of gibberish as he mumbles away about some damned thing on TV. (I am reading a book or am on my computer and NOT interested.)

*sigh*