Who the hell has put these compression socks on my feet? And why are they four sizes too small? Wait a moment - there’s no socks. That must mean I’m experiencing the hug for the first time. And isn’t it an absolute joy?! As if the relapse numbness in my right leg wasn’t enough, I now can barely move my feet. MS really is the disease that just keeps giving.
Oh - and I’ve got period pain too. I’d go back to bed if I could bother hauling myself up the stairs.
PS - I’m not wallowing in a mire of self-pity, honest :o)