Don’t get me wrong, I love The Curmudgeon with all my heart, but some days I really want to run away from home.  It’s been one of those days.

     Seriously, ‘Nurse’ was never a career choice for me, NEVER…and we won’t go on with this part of my rant.  No one wants to hear it.

     I still say the MS Society sucks.  After a ‘token’ amount of so-called help, they sure disappeared in a hurry. 

     The Curmudgeon had his falling apart shower chair replaced, and we got two grab bars–they need installing and I can’t do it. They had a ‘counselor’ talking to me…uh huh, those of you who know me know exactly how that went and how much eye rolling I did. 

     So yeah, big effing help, folks.  Do not depend on them to help you out at all.  The MS Society just wants you to donate money so they can play with it and make themselves feel good.

     I am over tired.  I am unhappy.  I want to feel alive, which I don’t.  I feel like a servant and not a wife.  I want to be able to write but I can’t.  Yeah, tonight I want to run.

     You all have a good one.  I think I’ll have a martini…