Hello old friends.

Nice to be back on laptop.  Much easier here than a tablet.

I feel these blogs are very therapeutic.   Talking to my virtual therapist, but actually real friends who listen actively and give feedback and comments.

I am in decline for the moment.  Yesterday was its own roller coaster.

I was waiting for a package yesterday.  Tracking said it was going to arrive and I waited.

Then the day started getting tough.  Daughter went to a water park.  Son is feeling bad and sleeping.  Wife had to go to get the car fixed.

My bowels indicated they needed a trip to the bathroom.

And function occurred.

And I stopped up the toilet.  I decided not to attack the commode and tell my wife. 

Hated to do it, but only logical decision because I could easily make it worse.

This all happened while I was alone in the house and I thought better to do nothing.

Lousy.  But very real.

Wife fixed commode, and that was not the worst part of the day.

But good things were en route. 

Day continues and wife takes son to doctor appointment.  I sat down to eat lunch.

And the door bell rings.  I see the FedEx truck.

We have three dogs.  All bark loudly, and two do not wish to hurt anyone.

One does not like strangers. 

I hobbled to the door screaming to let the deliveryman know I was coming.

And the dogs were being extremely loud.  I mean really loud.  But I was going to make it to the door.  I wanted this package.

I made it to the door.  Hobbled up the steps and saw the driver.  And the mean dog amplified towards the stranger. 

I saw the package.  Now I was the dog drooling for the big bone.

And I knew I had to sign for the package.

The dog was now leaping at the door.  It is also a thick door with glass in the middle but you cannot hear through the door.

The dog was jumping at the delivery guy and he did not appear scared, but he was certainly wondering how he was going to get off my front steps without a trip to the emergency room.

We signaled, read lips and waved.  I opened the door slightly and asked him to push the package through.

“Need a signature?” I asked.

“Naw, we’re cool,” he replied as he quickly waved and walked away happily unhurt.

So the day continued.  Package in house.

MS has taken much of my strength.  The box was too heavy for me. 

I was never a weight lifter, but I used to pick up 32 inch tube televisions (100 plus pounds) by myself even after diagnosis.

And this box was too much.

The day rolled on, I opened the box and the new computer is fantastic. 

The rest of the day was normal until late night when wife complained about my diet.  Repeatedly.

I relented and will get off diet for a short time. Too much stress for her big test this week.  I will eat pizza.  Just to make the house peaceful.

Some married fights are not worth having because they are too bloody.

As the night rolled on, all was cool. 

Suddenly, I had to urinate.  I did not have the urinal and could not reach the bathroom.  The urinal was closer and I grabbed it about 4 seconds too late.

Urine hit the floor until I began using the urinal.

Head shaking.  Pissed at myself.  Literally.

Wife walked in and cleaned.    No negatives beyond “it’s okay.”

I was embarrassed and humiliated.

Depressed.  Frustrated.

Can we not get rid of this condition?

Nice to be back.

Missed ya’ll.

Power to the people.

Power to the cure.