The door has been done.  It will be more convenient for me to go from the main room to the bedroom.  And trips to the water closet (bathroom) maybe easier as well.

Let us talk about this evolution.  The only problem with using the master bathroom is distance.  The trip is now 3 times as long for personal bathroom trips.

You do the math.

Did I mentrion that i did not make it to the closer bathroom two days ago?

Now on to today's events.  The door was completed and all looked well.  The contractor wanted to clean up his mess.  I allowed the contractor to use my wife's vaccum.

BIG MISTAKE.

And the kids misbehaved incredibly today.  My wife had to go to work today for some business needs.  The dogs had to be put in crates or the laundry room as one of them attempted to bite the contractor.  

The dogs and I communicate.  I can do very basic walks to let them urinate, but longer walks for pooping are too long for me.

One of the dogs needed to poop today.  I asked one child to walk her.  She refused and tried to pawn it off on her brother.  He yelled that he would not help either.  The contractor was on break.  The dog again requested a poop walk.  The children refuse and the dog had diarrhea. 

I delayed this project because I did not want the stress it would cause. 

And I was correct.  Wife  comes home because the kids  called her screaming and she yelled at me.  I decided that now was not the time to disagree with a woman who might return with weapons. 

She confiscated the boy's Xbox and girls iphone.

She went back to work and all calmed down.  I talked to the children about respecting elders and hoped to use today's problems to make things better. 

The wife returned from work and complimented contractor on job he did. 

He also cleaned up.  Wonderful.  Check written.  Contractor departs.

Wife likes everything.

The she finds her vacuum cleaner.  I let him use it so that all would not be a mess when she returned.  She flipped her lid.  The kids had gone to a church fair and she gave me everything.

I said nothing.  I wanted to fight back, but I thought of a trueism:  You can not unring a bell. 

Anything I might have said could have made matters much worse.  Taking the blows was wiser I felt than fighting the war.

Remember, stress makes my MS much worse.  The exacerbations can do unrecoverable damage.   Disabilities get worse.  This is how my my problems got started after over 8 years dormant.  1 big birthday party.  Yes. Midsummer.  Louisiana.  High noon.  Spousal disagreement.  Later I tripped going up a step onto the deck.

And my life has toilet bowled since.

But I have fought the beast.  I got CCSVI over the objections of wife and neuro, then I restinosed.  2nd trip found the left jugular 100% blocked.  Constant fighting to stay out of a wheel chair.  Every step I make is an attept to fight off the feared inevitable.

Two massive yelling events in one day.

More stress.

I feel center spine.  The exacerbation that is believed to have killed me came from this area.  I am scared that my condition will get worse. 

I hate working from fear. 

I am aggressive.  I fight the fight on the other person's ground.  Even though I might lack "home field advantage" but I could always fall back if things go wrong.

Now I am deep in my home territory.  Fighting a defensive war against a monstrous enemy.  Inside of me.

As I type she is barking at the boy about how messy his room is.  And it is a mess.  Really big mess.  Call in the haz-met people mess. 

So the nightly stress continues.  And I am terrified.  What damage may be done?

I will breathe and fight on.

I think serenity now from Sienfeld just to get a grin.

By the way, I thank all of you for your comments.  They mean much to me.

Power to the people.

Power to the cure.