I'm so crusty and gross. I am going to be crusty and gross until Lord Lortab kicks in and I can stand upright without a hand on my back, grunting and shuffling along, like my ancient neighbor. Once I can stand, I'm taking the longest, most luxurious shower ever had by man or gimp. I'm going to scrub and condition and pumice like there will be someone else in my bed besides me and the dogs tonight. As it is, I feel my sciatica but not my lortab yet. And I still feel how crusty and gross I am. I have been working on restoring my bathroom floor (it dates from the 1880's) and it requires a lot of scraping and dust and particle flinging. Many nose blowings to see how black my boogers may have become in the 10 minutes since I last blew my nose. Many gouges and cuts on my hands. A blister on my left palm that burst and yet keeps oozing. Countless splinters in my poor arse. Glancing down after that last sentence, I saw my fingernails. Add them to the list of things that are not attractive.
When I realized that my pain had taken over my ability to work, yet my pain meds had not yet given me the ability to lie down on anything I value, (this chair is from Goodwill) I decided to visit my poor ol' neglected blog. I keep telling myself that I need to get back on here, yet I feel like I have nothing to talk about. The only things going on in my life are things that are far too mundane and boring to talk about. Then a slide show of past blog posts plays through my mind and I realize I built my reputation on the mundane, inane, and boring. (I wanted another -ane there, but couldn't think of one that would work. Bane? Candy cane?) I have a few things I've been meaning to write about brewing right now. As I think I'm starting to feel the beginnings of pain management, I'm going to have to go and grab a very comfortable, very ugly, very sleep inviting pair of pants and shirt. I have a hot date with a pumice stone and a heating pad tonight. All this excitement on a Thursday too. Just imagine what my weekends must be like and then you will understand why I'm too busy to blog, I have the softest feet this side of the Platte river.
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So glad you are starting to post more. Refreshing to read your uninhibited, uncensored take on life and life with ms. You make me laugh and I hope you are laughing too.
I've been following your blog and would love to get in touch about a Channel 4 series I'm currently working on. Please could you get in touch - tessa.heath(at)lovewest.co.uk - if you're interested in hearing more? Many thanks, Tessa
Hey I would appreciate if you checked out my blog. It's http://manicuredwheelchairgloves.blogspot.com/. I am trying to figure out what is wrong with me and think it may be MS. I would also like to like from my blog to yours if that is okay just let me know on my blog if I can or not. Many thanks and have a good day!
You have a very interesting perspective on life. I understand what it's like to have pain every single day, the madness, the sleepless nights, oh and the boredom. I'm currently working on a new blog "My Chronic Illness" and have been interviewing individuals like yourself to help others to better understand what we all go through, if your interested, I would like to give you an interview. You can see my new blog at http://my-chronic-illness.blogspot.ca .. Until then, take care, smile, there is life after hell ;)
Its taken me three days, but I've finally caught up on all of your posts. You write with an honesty that is easy to relate to, and makes it so nice knowing that us MSers are not alone. Its a few months now since your last post, I sincerely hope you are ok, and that you find the inspiration to write again soon- not just for the selfish reason of Mel wanting more Blindy, but because it seems this blog has been a cathartic outlet for you in the past- something that anyone who suffers, be it MS, anxiety, depression or anything else, should never give up. Much love.
Assuming you are okay...come on blindbeard! Post something already! We need you! Yep. That's it. That's the truth. This is all about us. Not you. You gave us so much. Got us addicted to your crotchitty crack and then you just ripped it all away, leaving us quivering, sweating and vomiting in the corner keening for your words. For months I have tried to find someone to fill the void you have left in my soul. Dooce won't do it. Pioneer woman doesn't even come close. Things my father says not good enough. The others aren't even worth mention. You are irreplaceable! It's your fault we need you. Come back!
So stick that self-centered, entitled bee in your bonnet or up your crusty old bum if you prefer. Then post for crikeys!
(I really do hope you are okay. Please let us know you are)
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