Profound desire...

to smash my head into this keyboard.

I find this all so frustrating.

I don't have words for this.

I have talked to my psychiatrist this week, and that's never a great time for me.

Apparently I'm just supposed to be grateful that the MS is stable and there are hundreds of thousands of people worse off than me right now.

So that's what I am going to do.

I spent some time on the phone with one of my healthcare professionals today. The progression of this phone call was a direct result of yesterday being my birthday. I am currently in the middle of what has become my annual existential crisis. It happens to coincide with my semiannual check in with my nurse when she asked about my mood. I was bored at work so I told her the truth. Her response was exactly this:

“Lori, maybe you just have to come to accept that there are some things you aren’t going to be able to do every day. Instead of habits, maybe what you need is discipline to start again after you have to stop.”

So that’s it.

I set up schedules, to-do lists, reminders and book appointments with myself. I start off really well, but then something happens:

Like I have a great exercise schedule going for four weeks and I’m on top of all the tasks I need to get done around the house and then out of no where I can’t keep my balance anymore, my calves go into spasm with every flex and I can’t safely lift a weight over my head. This goes on for close to three weeks, when I just give up and write myself off as broken and my house gets dustier and the clutter just moves around more;

Like I get all these healthy meals and plans together and it goes really well, until we have one bad month with bills. Then it’s food on the cheap and fast food lunches, because they’re the only ones around for $5 or less. I’d pack lunches to take to work, but my boss won’t let me cook food at work or eat at my desk because it makes the office smell. (Yeah, I know.);

Like I get this amazing morning routine together and then my body becomes broken and don’t have anything healthy for breakfast, I’m terrified that exercise will break my body further and I won’t be able to get to work, so I end up waking up in the morning unable to bring myself to do anything but slide into clothes, pull on a hat, guzzle a cup of tea and stagger to the bus stop;

And like when I start to fail at everything I want to be good at I end up swimming in this vat of sticky oozing self-loathing and anxiety that keeps me up until the early hours of the morning, wired on all the caffeine I had to drink all day to keep from falling asleep at work.

I realize that if I am going to have to type at work, some nights I am not going to have the nerves available in my hands/wrists to work on my book that night. Sometimes I will really have to rest them and not be able to type much at all on Saturday as well. But I can bang out a couple of hand written pages each day on my lunch hour. I go for a walk every day it isn’t raining or too hot (which gratefully is most days).

It doesn’t feel like enough. It is going to take 60 days for me to write my Book in a Month. Perhaps even longer. Tomorrow is payday, so fresh fruit and vegetables for dinner.

Friday night.

For the first time in what feels like half a lifetime, I am spending my Friday night trying to lay the groundwork for what it is I want to get done over the weekend. Here it is, 10 PM and I'm about 1/3 of the way done. I think I'll be up until midnight.

I'm hoping to get about 5,000 words written between tonight and Sunday at midnight.

I'm hoping to get two x-stitch prototypes completed in the same time.

I'm hoping to get my bathroom cleaned and my kitchen floor washed.

I'm hoping to get in a walk with Joe and an upper body weight-training session.

This is the weekend I'm going to figure out what the difference is between "MS-kicking-my-ass" and "Fuck-it-I'm-just-lazy", I'm banking on it.

Posting from my phone

Because Shaw craps out at midnight for the past three days. Why? I do not know.

Taking two days off from typing has saved my wrists. So much better.

Goal= 2400 words
Actual=2154 words

Not bad, but I'm usually okay with making it over 2000 words.
Hopefully Shaw works their shit out tomorrow.

Book in a Month - Day 5A

I have taken four extra strength Motrin liquid gels in the past 5 hours and they haven't touched the pain in my wrists and fingers. There's just nothing more frustrating than having body parts fail because I have to choose between something I love and a job that I hate.

According to the the x-rays, ultrasound and nerve testing I had last year there's nothing physically wrong with my arms. The theory is nerve pain and nerve fatigue as a result of MS.

I am so angry.