This morning my amazing wife had time before work to make me a coffee for me to drink in bed. Brilliant
In trying to move my petulant body into a position to drink without dribbling all over the place , one of the limbs that works was flailing around and launched the cup of hot coffee in a spinning arc impersonating a Catherine wheel of brown liquid all over the floor, walls furniture and the pile of clothes I had “carefully” dumped at bed time.
Happy days. my wife heard the commotion and wondered if the cat was once again tap dancing (claws akimbo) on my groin.
This is when my MS makes me incandescent with rage, my wife knows I did not do this deliberately but here must be a little part of her that wants to scream “not again - I did not mean to sign up for this”
The point of this post is to thank all “other / better halves / partners / spouses / loved ones” for their help and support and not exploding even when it would be reasonable.