I’ve not been my usual positive determined self of late. I’ve been mourning my loss of independence and my old life.
I’ve been p’d off with the daily battles of just living, and bemoaning the fact that I can’t get any help or support from the NHS or local authority. I am annoyed and bitter about it, but I’m not going to let it take over my life the way it has in recent weeks and months.
It’s nine years since my diagnosis, I was given false hope with a label of “mild”. It might not be as aggressive as some of you are experiencing, but it is significant. I have no neurologist and no MS nurse and feel like the NHS has abandoned me.
But, no one wants to spend time with a whinger who is only concerned with the things I can no longer do - and they are many.
So, from today I count only my blessings.
We might not be wealthy but we are not poor. We can pay the bills and live a little.
I feel well, I’m not in pain and people often tell me I look well (am I not meant to I wonder?)
My husband has taken on the role of carer, and the extra work (.stuff I can’t do any more) with good humour and mostly without complaint.
So, as of today NO MORE MOANING. Feel free to remind me of this post if ever I’m back having a witter!