Feeling Sorry For Myself

I was in a really great mood, until today when I came crashing down. An old and dear friend posted pictures of herself and her friends on Facebook. Don't get me wrong, I am not jealous of my friend. In fact, we have been through a lot of the same emotional crises such as divorce and starting new lives after being dumped like a piece of garbage.

However, seeing her made me aware of my physical situation in amazingly great detail. Here is a picture of me wearing my ankle and wrist weights to counteract my tremors, sitting on my rollator with my faithful and wonderful Montana by my side.

Everything I do has become such a damn struggle. So many, many things I can't do anymore that I miss so much. Even if I wanted to get all dressed up, I still could never feel as elegant as my friend looked in her photos. Not with all the accoutrements I need to get around.

I know this will pass, and my mood will improve. I have a wonderful husband, a loving family (his, but who's counting), a fantastic dog, a home that I love, some good friends, a few great friends, and a couple of cold beers in the fridge.

I am who I am. I have MS, and it has been kicking me down. So, I've got to pull myself up (mentally and physically) and quit feeling so sorry for poor little old me.