Whatcha Doing, Beautifuls?!

Sorry for my prolonged silence, but when life is such a steaming pile of nothing, I don't have a lot to talk about. I got over my migraine a few days ago, but I had a less major headache for a few days afterwards. Then I had a sick kid for the last 2 days. Then I accidentally took a double dose of my baclofen one day and was a warm pile of jello for that morning. All in all I am suffering from acute (nothing cute about it) cabin fever and may end up chopping up my roomies and stuffing them into the walls of this house for added insulation, so watch for me on the evening news. I'll be the one with the wild, untamed mass of hair, pacing and chanting, "It puts its stuff in the right bin or else it gets the hose again!" My little sister's bf/f plays in a band and he has a gig tonight, which my little sister also has off, so I may have to go be social tonight -- EEEEK! Yesterday, I poked my head into their room, a dangerous test of daring courage, to tell them that I had to get out of this house and was feeling like I could use some social interaction. What is wrong with me?! I never want social interaction. If anything, I shrink from social situations and get extremely nervous when I have to walk in front of a bunch of people. But right now I feel like I have to get out and mingle with the natives or I will go crazy, and that is a path I don't want to go down again. I know that everyone at the bar they are playing at will be drunk and no one will notice a thing about me, so that is in my favor. The fact that it is a college town and I will probably be the oldest slut there is not in my favor (nobody wants to be the oldest whore in the bar). But I'm not too sure I really care at this point as long as it gets me out of this house for a few hours.

As to the title of this post, it is my favorite greeting when I run into someone I know. One time my little sister and I were in the same drive-thru line, I was right behind her so I rolled down my window and yelled out the title of this post. She was embarrassed (what's new?) and told the lady at the window that it was her sister that yelled that. Later she asked me if I had to do that. Why yes, I did, thanks for asking. Even if we pass each other by the house I still have to call it out. I ask everyone who comes home from whatever they were doing the same thing, to their amusement when I ask my little sister's bf/f. I am an equal opportunity embarrasser. Although I have to say, reading your blogs made me feel like you guys were not doing so great, Beautiful. I'm sorry to read that so many people are struggling with their emotions and MS right now. I go up and down and back and forth with my emotions. The only reason I haven't come totally apart at the seams is because I take an ungodly amount of anti-depressants and I wouldn't have it any other way. It seems to me that the emotional aspect of MS is all too often swept under the rug. I try to find out if what I am feeling is normal and can't find any in-depth information about the emotional distress (might not be the best word, but I am positive it was "distress" for me) that can come with MS. And really, how could it not come with it? Unless you have such a mild disease that it doesn't affect your life (in which case I hate you), it comes with the territory. But all this would be much better as its own post, and I should check your blogs to see if you have already covered this before I launch into it, you being so much more informed and up-to-date than me. I am perfectly content to bumble around and be #2. Besides, sometimes I get so darn sick of MS I feel like if I read one more word about it I am going to go crazy and start chopping people into bits.