Who knew I would be learning to walk, again, at 62. That’s exactly what I was doing yesterday. I just couldn’t spend another minute on the couch. The weather was decent, little wind and my Alinker begging for me to get her off the porch and on the road.
I’ve been practicing on the sidewalk a little, getting on and off is challenging, I’m alone so when I do get on setting the seat to the right height is a little frustrating.
I made it down to the barn where wood splitting was in progress, yes still burning wood after all it’s only April and I live in Montana. Kit jumped up on me to say hi, good to see you outside with out tipping me over.
I made it although the gravel on the road after I passed the wood pile was difficult to navigate. It felt really good to get out, learning a little about the bike and my limitations, or learning a lot. No where to go but up.
Time to be someone’s hero everyone. Call a friend.
Was a Wednesday like today, the weather was better though. I had an appointment with the neurologist, Ethan B. Russo, in Missoula, Montana. The purpose, go over results from my recent battery of tests including the MRI that I went to Spokane, WA to have.
Dr Russo delivered the diagnosis of Mutiple Sclerosis. I wasn’t sure what it was, Dr Russo handed me a stack of pamphlets, the one on top was how to be measured for a wheelchair. Now I was getting concerned, I stopped at a book store in the mall and found a medical dictionary to look up MS, pre Google, oh my god!
I drove the 10 miles to Lolo where I was staying at my sisters. I called my mom to report my diagnosis, her statement was “how did you catch that”, what little air that was left in my already deflated balloon whooshed out.
So began the 32 years since that not so great April fools day. Here I am sitting on the couch next to my wheelchair, underneath a blanket blogging and reading. The latest chapter in my story of life.
Darn it I can’t seem to find a picture of the casket size cooler that has served as the printer stand for two plus years. Who thought that was a good gift anyway.
Today significant other whipped up a proper stand out of wood that has been taking up space in the basement for; you guessed it two plus years.
I had to vacuum the office, it’s amazing how much dust, fly carcasses and Aussie hair can find its way behind a casket sized cooler in you guessed it two plus years.
I over did walking and stair climbing yesterday, I can barely get off the couch today. I also had an awful nightmare last night and apparently didn’t sleep well. Not sure that had any thing to do with my lackluster condition today. My doctor appointment next week was canceled today. It’s apparently not as urgent as my doctor had let on a month ago.
Now I’m rambling, go be someone’s hero. Whip and ride cow people.
Talked to a neighbor this morning, she told me about a cow that lost the second half of a set of twins this morning. She thought it was the after birth coming, she left and returned to a dead calf. Now any rancher, I would think, could easily tell the difference. The more I think about it her 35 year old, living and mooching off mommy son, was most likely the one who didn’t know the difference. Probably had to hurry home and get back to gaming, whatever the hell that is.
I guess I could complain about being confined to the house, unfortunately with MS and a wheelchair for transport that is the story of my life. No reason to complain.
Checked your IRA lately, don’t! I had to look at mine for Medicaid purposes, boy do I qualify now and I sure hope they pay for Prozac.
Snow is going off, slowly, come on spring. I could use some vitamin D, would save on the Prozac. Noon o’clock, best get online and balance my checkbook. It’s like this, $30 minus $19 for the stupid fees gives a whopping $11 to keep me out of overdraft zone until money comes in on the 7th from my rental, I hope.