…not having the time of my life.
i think it’s the change in the weather and the darker nights; I’ve never felt the onset of winter as badly as this over the past 6 years since I fell ill.
i’m seriously thinking about giving in and asking for antidepressants. My carefully regulated bowel management has fallen apart, I feel permanently bloated and uncomfortable. My MS progression is almost chartable on a daily basis. It’s heading north, scaring me with its rapidity. I now get what I assume to be the hug around my diaphragm, though it’s only discomfort, not pain. I used to be able to say that all my physical symptoms were below the diaphragm. No more. My hands don’t belong to me. There is no such thing as an inanimate object, anything can suddenly take on a life of its own if I try to pick it up.
BUT (whisper it) I haven’t had a Uti for nearly six weeks. Ruth has starred putting gently stewed cranberries in my porridge. I know the research is inconclusive about cranberries, but my urologist suggested trying them, so hey-Ho, why not?
sorry for this whiny post, but I know you lovely people understand.