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A day without his Tecfidera is like hell
He started out poor but able to take the dogs out in the morning. By the time I got up he was already having difficulty walking.
A few hours later we were off to our wellness appointments with our doctor. He was not walking well and actually fell in the office rest room. (This I find out later on.) The doctor ran a blood test they tried to get a urine test done but he couldn’t go so I had to run back to them later with a sample.
By dinnertime he was down to using a pee bottle and having the pad on his chair again. There was no walking without a walker. And this is just the first 24 hours.
I’m seriously in need of a lottery win and… 
YAWN….Growl
Another lost sleep. I may well snap if this keeps up. Worst thing is if I try to go to bed earlier so I can sleep longer, I can’t get to sleep.
You’d think we could get some help here once in a while to give me a break, but nope that never happened. MS Society is great on promises, but follow through, not so much.
As a result, I am not a nice person. My temper is short and hair triggered. My brain so foggy I didn’t dare go grocery shopping again. My list grows exponentially.
Three cups of coffee in a short amount of time did nothing to curb my temper or my mouth.
On another note…please keep The Curmudgeon’s best friend, Rick uppermost in your thoughts today. He’s going in for heart surgery, looks like he’s getting at least one stent put in like me. We have a candle lit for him here.
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