Maybe it's because my brain needed a break from thinking about MS and huge medication decisions. I think I spent a good week purely researching my two main drug contenders.
I still haven't heard back from my extended health plan about whether they'd cover the cost of Lemtrada treatment. Three weeks in, and I have a sneaking suspicion the answer is no.
Or maybe it's because there's been a lot of me-against-the-boys happening. They are at that still-cute, but getting more aggressive with each other age. They become these tantruming, antagonistic creatures who can turn anything into a kid-style-debate. Even deciding on some blasted vitamins.
And questions. So many questions. While I teeter above a public toilet seat, Oliver sneaks a peek, announces, yet ponders, "Why Mommies don't have penises?"
Oh, I am tired!...
It also doesn't help that I am 3 days into loss of sensation in the fingers of my left hand.
These blips don't really faze me much anymore. It's bothersome, uncomfortable, and does interfere with life to a degree, but it's so easy to just shrug my shoulders and accept it. And, by "accept it," I mean live in a constant state of waiting to see what's going to go wrong next.
Not healthy, I know. But that seems to be how things have been going with this MS malarkey.
But, we still need to laugh. And who'd have thought I'd have so much in common with Lois...