I’ve said it many times and many ways before. Multiple Sclerosis sucks and secondary progressive MS sucks even more.

Had The Curmudgeon been a normal healthy person he probably would not have lost his balance on the back porch steps while dodging a carpenter bee.

He is still in the hospital. He still has a chest tube in and he is improving a little at a time.

Today we found him more alert and his color was a lot better.

Tomorrow he’ll have to be happy with a phone call instead of a visit, I really need to get some stuff done here at home.

If I had a couple of willing slaves …er volunteers to come and help move some furniture and electronics around while he’s not here. I’d love to surprise him by having his chair and TV moved to where he’ll be happier.

As many a caregiver give will tell you, or not (because they won’t admit it to themselves), there are days where you truly want to pack it in and just leave. Believe me, If I’d had the money to be able to do it, I would’ve been gone yesterday.

It was a crazy “I am beyond overwhelmed day” for me. Even the small stuff had me ready to explode. Maybe it stems from being closed in with The Curmudgeon for well over a week.

Yes, I need to get out of here even if it is only for an hour or two.

Slight improvement yesterday. Yay! Even a slight improvement is better than none. I wasn’t awakened by an emergency call from The Curmudgeon. Instead, he’d taken care of the dogs and himself. Then he did his shot and it shot him to hell so he’s not sure it is helping.

I got some much-needed sleep and no adrenalin jolts to wake me.

Yesterday’s shirt.

Started out with getting him up off the kitchen floor. Then later off the bathroom floor and into bed. Thank goodness for my neighbor’s youngest son who helped me get The Curmudgeon up and into bed.

Seriously think we should get a hospital bed for him so he can be more comfortable when he has bad days and has to stay upstairs in bed. Don’t have any idea how to even begin that process.

A lottery win would buy us a house he could navigate easier that’s for sure. This house is NOT easy on him.

You all have a good one. I’m going to go curl up on the couch with Lucy and a good book on my Kindle. I need some quiet time.

He woke me yesterday morning with an adrenalin jolt–he’d fallen. So, not much sleep, adrenalin jumpy, stressed out, and not so ready to take him for his MRI appointment, off we went at 1p.m.

At the hospital, him falling on the way in, me grabbing a wheelchair to get him up an inside the building, having to maneuver it (with his walker in tow) to get him to his appointment. Then running the walker out to the car, back in to sit and wait for him… we finally made it home around 3.

I got him in the house and then G and I hit the farmers market.

We sampled some wine at Clover Hill Vineyards & Winery​, I bought some Niagra–scrumptious for a sweet wine which I was in the mood for probably because of stress.

We did our usual twice around the market and bought other things too like smoked sausage and pimento cheese spread…

Back home we drank some spiced apple wine from Clover Hill and munched some crackers with the pimento cheese spread.

Before I went to bed, I’d mixed up a meatloaf and put it in a pan in the fridge, so glad I did. All I had to do for our dinner was toss the pan in the oven for an hour. A little salad, some mashed potatoes and veggies VOILA! Dinner.

You’ll find me curled up on the couch with Lucy…

I hope somebody out there had a good one.