Well I managed to get my month end stuff done, but what usually takes me a day or so, took 3 days because I had to recheck everything, do some of it over, and the errands kept getting put off because the body was either not up to going out or driving. Eventually a friend helped me to do them by driving me around and doing some of it herself.

If things don't improve, I'll be hiring an assistant because although my friend has offered to help anytime, it appears that this may become a permanent issue, and I just can't ask her to do business stuff on a regular basis.
She is a friend and already has done so much...but there comes a point when one has to admit that a more permanent solution must be found.

I'm at that point now because this past month there have been too many times that I needed help or just didn't get things done because of Sxs interfering with plans, yet I still cling to the hope that this is not the beginning of my becoming permanently disabled.
I'm just not mentally ready for that .

I made an appointment to see my PCP today, as I haven't heard from or been able to get hold of my MS neuro, and I simply have to do something about the sleep attacks and the pain. Both have gotten worse this past week and I've also lost another 5 pounds over the last couple of weeks.

I'm eating enough and calorie consumption has not changed; and most food is taken in blended form because the digestion is still affected by the autonomic neuropathy. I'm thinking that the pain and decrease in physical exercise because of it, is the reason for the weight loss. I've lost some of the muscle bulk in my legs and the torso now looks like a skeleton with skin on it.

I haven't weighed 110 lbs since I was galloping race horses at the track when I was in my 20s...and that was over 30 years ago. The body was fit back then, now it is just skinny and getting progressively weaker.

Willy the dog got confused the other night and came at me snarling while I was gimping down the hall in the dark on my way back from the bathroom. He thought that I was an intruder because he hasn't gotten used to me sometimes dragging a leg yet.
Poor guy, he was totally embarrassed and needed some reassuring snuggle time in my bed along with some treats to get over it.

Come on PCP...pull something impressive and effective out of your little black bag today. Both Willy and I really need your help now, more than ever.

With love, Erika