The new physical therapist is a loser. I'm sorry, but there is no easy way to say it. Too bad his predecessor can't come back. HE told me this new guy would "have ideas," and "bring bands," nope, nada.
There were ideas, mine, "Good idea," he said. I bit my tongue to not shout, "YOUR TURN."
Sigh, what is it about this occupation? Or is this some cosmic fate tossed upon me? Oh well, I am on my own again. Let me tell you, it is exhausting to be on your own. I am exhausted.
My weights are sitting there, staring me down. I won't give up, but I won't be happy about it. MS is starting to get on my nerves!
Dinner was lousy the other night. I need to just eat from the salad bar and go home.
The Casey Anthony trial---every time I take a fall or have some MS "event," something is all over the TV news. I had been going 3 days Solumedrol IV during 9-11 and something similar during Columbine...that mother looks guilty as all get out. Your kid goes missing for an HOUR and what loving mother doesn't freak out?? GIMME A BREAK
Today a spectator was handcuffed and got 6 (5?) days in jail, plus $450 fine for flipping the bird to one of the attorneys. That was good TV. I like the judge. He is Judge Judy, all black, with less poetic attitude, but all business.
Once, long, long ago, I wanted to be a lawyer. Even now I say under my breath, the closing statement for the prosecution. They screwed up. She will get off easy, pay some fines and do a little time for lying to the police, but she walks.
Will she ever admit the whole truth about her 2 year old daughter? Some publisher is just waiting to sign her.
Okay, I have held computer as long as I can. Time for aspirin. This MS thing is growing old...I really thought I'd be in the 50% who never need a wheelchair. Fifty-four and trapped with this chronic disease--hogafats! It is July. The year is half over. Life goes by so fast. Just yesterday I was 10 years old, walking home from school and my leg wouldn't lift. I started repeating, "I must remember this. I must remember this. I must..."
Thursday, June 30, 2011
MS Got You Down?
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The new physical therapist is a loser. I'm sorry, but there is no easy way to say it. Too bad his predecessor can't come back. HE told me this new guy would "have ideas," and "bring bands," nope, nada.
There were ideas, mine, "Good idea," he said. I bit my tongue to not shout, "YOUR TURN."
Sigh, what is it about this occupation? Or is this some cosmic fate tossed upon me? Oh well, I am on my own again. Let me tell you, it is exhausting to be on your own. I am exhausted.
My weights are sitting there, staring me down. I won't give up, but I won't be happy about it. MS is starting to get on my nerves!
Dinner was lousy the other night. I need to just eat from the salad bar and go home.
The Casey Anthony trial---every time I take a fall or have some MS "event," something is all over the TV news. I had been going 3 days Solumedrol IV during 9-11 and something similar during Columbine...that mother looks guilty as all get out. Your kid goes missing for an HOUR and what loving mother doesn't freak out?? GIMME A BREAK
Today a spectator was handcuffed and got 6 (5?) days in jail, plus $450 fine for flipping the bird to one of the attorneys. That was good TV. I like the judge. He is Judge Judy, all black, with less poetic attitude, but all business.
Once, long, long ago, I wanted to be a lawyer. Even now I say under my breath, the closing statement for the prosecution. They screwed up. She will get off easy, pay some fines and do a little time for lying to the police, but she walks.
Will she ever admit the whole truth about her 2 year old daughter? Some publisher is just waiting to sign her.
Okay, I have held computer as long as I can. Time for aspirin. This MS thing is growing old...I really thought I'd be in the 50% who never need a wheelchair. Fifty-four and trapped with this chronic disease--hogafats! It is July. The year is half over. Life goes by so fast. Just yesterday I was 10 years old, walking home from school and my leg wouldn't lift. I started repeating, "I must remember this. I must remember this. I must..."
The new physical therapist is a loser. I'm sorry, but there is no easy way to say it. Too bad his predecessor can't come back. HE told me this new guy would "have ideas," and "bring bands," nope, nada.
There were ideas, mine, "Good idea," he said. I bit my tongue to not shout, "YOUR TURN."
Sigh, what is it about this occupation? Or is this some cosmic fate tossed upon me? Oh well, I am on my own again. Let me tell you, it is exhausting to be on your own. I am exhausted.
My weights are sitting there, staring me down. I won't give up, but I won't be happy about it. MS is starting to get on my nerves!
Dinner was lousy the other night. I need to just eat from the salad bar and go home.
The Casey Anthony trial---every time I take a fall or have some MS "event," something is all over the TV news. I had been going 3 days Solumedrol IV during 9-11 and something similar during Columbine...that mother looks guilty as all get out. Your kid goes missing for an HOUR and what loving mother doesn't freak out?? GIMME A BREAK
Today a spectator was handcuffed and got 6 (5?) days in jail, plus $450 fine for flipping the bird to one of the attorneys. That was good TV. I like the judge. He is Judge Judy, all black, with less poetic attitude, but all business.
Once, long, long ago, I wanted to be a lawyer. Even now I say under my breath, the closing statement for the prosecution. They screwed up. She will get off easy, pay some fines and do a little time for lying to the police, but she walks.
Will she ever admit the whole truth about her 2 year old daughter? Some publisher is just waiting to sign her.
Okay, I have held computer as long as I can. Time for aspirin. This MS thing is growing old...I really thought I'd be in the 50% who never need a wheelchair. Fifty-four and trapped with this chronic disease--hogafats! It is July. The year is half over. Life goes by so fast. Just yesterday I was 10 years old, walking home from school and my leg wouldn't lift. I started repeating, "I must remember this. I must remember this. I must..."
The new physical therapist is a loser. I'm sorry, but there is no easy way to say it. Too bad his predecessor can't come back. HE told me this new guy would "have ideas," and "bring bands," nope, nada.
There were ideas, mine, "Good idea," he said. I bit my tongue to not shout, "YOUR TURN."
Sigh, what is it about this occupation? Or is this some cosmic fate tossed upon me? Oh well, I am on my own again. Let me tell you, it is exhausting to be on your own. I am exhausted.
My weights are sitting there, staring me down. I won't give up, but I won't be happy about it. MS is starting to get on my nerves!
Dinner was lousy the other night. I need to just eat from the salad bar and go home.
The Casey Anthony trial---every time I take a fall or have some MS "event," something is all over the TV news. I had been going 3 days Solumedrol IV during 9-11 and something similar during Columbine...that mother looks guilty as all get out. Your kid goes missing for an HOUR and what loving mother doesn't freak out?? GIMME A BREAK
Today a spectator was handcuffed and got 6 (5?) days in jail, plus $450 fine for flipping the bird to one of the attorneys. That was good TV. I like the judge. He is Judge Judy, all black, with less poetic attitude, but all business.
Once, long, long ago, I wanted to be a lawyer. Even now I say under my breath, the closing statement for the prosecution. They screwed up. She will get off easy, pay some fines and do a little time for lying to the police, but she walks.
Will she ever admit the whole truth about her 2 year old daughter? Some publisher is just waiting to sign her.
Okay, I have held computer as long as I can. Time for aspirin. This MS thing is growing old...I really thought I'd be in the 50% who never need a wheelchair. Fifty-four and trapped with this chronic disease--hogafats! It is July. The year is half over. Life goes by so fast. Just yesterday I was 10 years old, walking home from school and my leg wouldn't lift. I started repeating, "I must remember this. I must remember this. I must..."
The new physical therapist is a loser. I'm sorry, but there is no easy way to say it. Too bad his predecessor can't come back. HE told me this new guy would "have ideas," and "bring bands," nope, nada.
There were ideas, mine, "Good idea," he said. I bit my tongue to not shout, "YOUR TURN."
Sigh, what is it about this occupation? Or is this some cosmic fate tossed upon me? Oh well, I am on my own again. Let me tell you, it is exhausting to be on your own. I am exhausted.
My weights are sitting there, staring me down. I won't give up, but I won't be happy about it. MS is starting to get on my nerves!
Dinner was lousy the other night. I need to just eat from the salad bar and go home.
The Casey Anthony trial---every time I take a fall or have some MS "event," something is all over the TV news. I had been going 3 days Solumedrol IV during 9-11 and something similar during Columbine...that mother looks guilty as all get out. Your kid goes missing for an HOUR and what loving mother doesn't freak out?? GIMME A BREAK
Today a spectator was handcuffed and got 6 (5?) days in jail, plus $450 fine for flipping the bird to one of the attorneys. That was good TV. I like the judge. He is Judge Judy, all black, with less poetic attitude, but all business.
Once, long, long ago, I wanted to be a lawyer. Even now I say under my breath, the closing statement for the prosecution. They screwed up. She will get off easy, pay some fines and do a little time for lying to the police, but she walks.
Will she ever admit the whole truth about her 2 year old daughter? Some publisher is just waiting to sign her.
Okay, I have held computer as long as I can. Time for aspirin. This MS thing is growing old...I really thought I'd be in the 50% who never need a wheelchair. Fifty-four and trapped with this chronic disease--hogafats! It is July. The year is half over. Life goes by so fast. Just yesterday I was 10 years old, walking home from school and my leg wouldn't lift. I started repeating, "I must remember this. I must remember this. I must..."
The new physical therapist is a loser. I'm sorry, but there is no easy way to say it. Too bad his predecessor can't come back. HE told me this new guy would "have ideas," and "bring bands," nope, nada.
There were ideas, mine, "Good idea," he said. I bit my tongue to not shout, "YOUR TURN."
Sigh, what is it about this occupation? Or is this some cosmic fate tossed upon me? Oh well, I am on my own again. Let me tell you, it is exhausting to be on your own. I am exhausted.
My weights are sitting there, staring me down. I won't give up, but I won't be happy about it. MS is starting to get on my nerves!
Dinner was lousy the other night. I need to just eat from the salad bar and go home.
The Casey Anthony trial---every time I take a fall or have some MS "event," something is all over the TV news. I had been going 3 days Solumedrol IV during 9-11 and something similar during Columbine...that mother looks guilty as all get out. Your kid goes missing for an HOUR and what loving mother doesn't freak out?? GIMME A BREAK
Today a spectator was handcuffed and got 6 (5?) days in jail, plus $450 fine for flipping the bird to one of the attorneys. That was good TV. I like the judge. He is Judge Judy, all black, with less poetic attitude, but all business.
Once, long, long ago, I wanted to be a lawyer. Even now I say under my breath, the closing statement for the prosecution. They screwed up. She will get off easy, pay some fines and do a little time for lying to the police, but she walks.
Will she ever admit the whole truth about her 2 year old daughter? Some publisher is just waiting to sign her.
Okay, I have held computer as long as I can. Time for aspirin. This MS thing is growing old...I really thought I'd be in the 50% who never need a wheelchair. Fifty-four and trapped with this chronic disease--hogafats! It is July. The year is half over. Life goes by so fast. Just yesterday I was 10 years old, walking home from school and my leg wouldn't lift. I started repeating, "I must remember this. I must remember this. I must..."
The new physical therapist is a loser. I'm sorry, but there is no easy way to say it. Too bad his predecessor can't come back. HE told me this new guy would "have ideas," and "bring bands," nope, nada.
There were ideas, mine, "Good idea," he said. I bit my tongue to not shout, "YOUR TURN."
Sigh, what is it about this occupation? Or is this some cosmic fate tossed upon me? Oh well, I am on my own again. Let me tell you, it is exhausting to be on your own. I am exhausted.
My weights are sitting there, staring me down. I won't give up, but I won't be happy about it. MS is starting to get on my nerves!
Dinner was lousy the other night. I need to just eat from the salad bar and go home.
The Casey Anthony trial---every time I take a fall or have some MS "event," something is all over the TV news. I had been going 3 days Solumedrol IV during 9-11 and something similar during Columbine...that mother looks guilty as all get out. Your kid goes missing for an HOUR and what loving mother doesn't freak out?? GIMME A BREAK
Today a spectator was handcuffed and got 6 (5?) days in jail, plus $450 fine for flipping the bird to one of the attorneys. That was good TV. I like the judge. He is Judge Judy, all black, with less poetic attitude, but all business.
Once, long, long ago, I wanted to be a lawyer. Even now I say under my breath, the closing statement for the prosecution. They screwed up. She will get off easy, pay some fines and do a little time for lying to the police, but she walks.
Will she ever admit the whole truth about her 2 year old daughter? Some publisher is just waiting to sign her.
Okay, I have held computer as long as I can. Time for aspirin. This MS thing is growing old...I really thought I'd be in the 50% who never need a wheelchair. Fifty-four and trapped with this chronic disease--hogafats! It is July. The year is half over. Life goes by so fast. Just yesterday I was 10 years old, walking home from school and my leg wouldn't lift. I started repeating, "I must remember this. I must remember this. I must..."
The new physical therapist is a loser. I'm sorry, but there is no easy way to say it. Too bad his predecessor can't come back. HE told me this new guy would "have ideas," and "bring bands," nope, nada.
There were ideas, mine, "Good idea," he said. I bit my tongue to not shout, "YOUR TURN."
Sigh, what is it about this occupation? Or is this some cosmic fate tossed upon me? Oh well, I am on my own again. Let me tell you, it is exhausting to be on your own. I am exhausted.
My weights are sitting there, staring me down. I won't give up, but I won't be happy about it. MS is starting to get on my nerves!
Dinner was lousy the other night. I need to just eat from the salad bar and go home.
The Casey Anthony trial---every time I take a fall or have some MS "event," something is all over the TV news. I had been going 3 days Solumedrol IV during 9-11 and something similar during Columbine...that mother looks guilty as all get out. Your kid goes missing for an HOUR and what loving mother doesn't freak out?? GIMME A BREAK
Today a spectator was handcuffed and got 6 (5?) days in jail, plus $450 fine for flipping the bird to one of the attorneys. That was good TV. I like the judge. He is Judge Judy, all black, with less poetic attitude, but all business.
Once, long, long ago, I wanted to be a lawyer. Even now I say under my breath, the closing statement for the prosecution. They screwed up. She will get off easy, pay some fines and do a little time for lying to the police, but she walks.
Will she ever admit the whole truth about her 2 year old daughter? Some publisher is just waiting to sign her.
Okay, I have held computer as long as I can. Time for aspirin. This MS thing is growing old...I really thought I'd be in the 50% who never need a wheelchair. Fifty-four and trapped with this chronic disease--hogafats! It is July. The year is half over. Life goes by so fast. Just yesterday I was 10 years old, walking home from school and my leg wouldn't lift. I started repeating, "I must remember this. I must remember this. I must..."
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