I Gots The MS Blues

I have about a million and one things to do and am hampered by my MS -- very annoying. We are almost done getting all of our CRAP out of the old house and into the new house. We already moved the heavy/big stuff -- maybe I shouldn't say "we" because I just cheered from the sidelines while everyone else moved it ("Move it out! Push it out! All out! GOOOO TEAM!" Ahh, MS, who said there are no benefits to having you... oh, that's right, it was me.) -- so we only have all the little stuff to move. Beings as everyone else has paying jobs to do, as opposed to my non-paying job, I get to move all that piddly little stuff, with Princess' unwilling help, of course. I told her that I would give her some of the money I will get back from our deposit or she could help for free, it is her choice, but one way or another she is going to be helping me this weekend. She chose the money.

I do as much as I can until I start feeling weak and shaky, then I know I need to take a break or risk seriously hurting myself. Not that that stops me and I have the bruises to prove it. Trying to move a full length mirror yesterday, I hit the edge on the ground and it mashed my hand, my good hand that is not numb. I wanted to let loose a volley of naughty words like "boogers," or "guts," or even "mother trucker!" But the neighbor was out in his yard with his young daughter so I just hissed as quietly as possible, which is not very. Putting some books on the shelf, I dropped a board from the third shelf onto my foot, my good foot of course. It has a huge bruise, my foot is swollen up, and I can barely walk on it. But I have no time to be going in for an X-ray to see if I cracked a bone; it is just going to have to wait until Monday, then I will see if I need to haul my arse to the ER.

I'm stressing about getting the old house cleaned up, unpacking the new house, finding my bed in the heap of boxes in my room, and every one's lack of concern about all of this. I called my neurologist to tell her about my numb right thumb and wrist, just so she could chart it, not because I am dying to see her again. Her nurse called me back and said they wanted me to pee in another cup, and give another blood sample to see what is going on. I told her I know what is going on, its called MS! Whew! Glad we figured that out so I can save myself the long wait in the lab when there are better things I could be doing instead of running the labs and saying, "Yep, it's MS" when we all know that. I was supposed to get those labs done either Thursday or Friday, but I decided I don't want to. I am going to see how my foot is on Monday and then will multi-task if need be and get it all done at once. My little sister, when I was telling her what they said, asked me if I really said that (in a very insulting shocked tone). She said that they probably love having me as a patient. I don't care if they love me because I suspect they only love my private insurance. All this lip from the woman who called our ISP to see when our Internet would be up and running in this house, ripping into them and demanding they tell us when we could expect it by because they keep giving us time frames and not doing it. That wouldn't be so bad -- it got results -- but she was doing this in my name because the bill is under my name and she knows the last four of my social security number -- damn her good memory! It was my turn to be mortified and I asked her if in the future she could not be a bitch when posing as me, that is my job and I guard that luxury jealously.

I have a full weekend ahead of me. A weekend jam packed with moving and cleaning with only Princess to help me. Ritalin, you and I are going to be BFFs all weekend long.