This is the part of dealing with m.s. that totally pisses me off. Not only do I have to give up my life to sit in the infusion center for three days, I have to ask someone to drive me and sit with me. My hubby has a busy week at work. My parents shouldn't have to take care of me. Hell I should be taking care of them at this stage of our lives. Then there is the withdrawal week of Hell.
Dance classes, swim practice, grocery shopping, dance comp ( up in freakin Detroit), costume alterations, cooking,cleaning, life.........
M.s. steals my time
M.S. steals my words
M.S. steals my strength
M.S. steals my enthusiasm
I despise thieves. This one is not going to get away with it.