[Erin524]

been driving ok the past few days. Still hadn't gotten my hand controls.

Today I went to a new physical therapy thing. It's at one of the hospitals, and they call it a "gait and balance clinic". That was great. Till the end and the PT therapist told me to walk around their hallway until I couldn't do anymore.

what the heck? I did that, and then was too <swear word> tired to walk back to my car. I had to sit in the waiting room for a bit. Then once I got downstairs, I had to sit in that waiting room for a bit.

Driving home was interesting. I kept feeling like my foot wasn't finding the brakes or the accelerator. Made it home without crashing into anything. I was resting, and was fine until my mom started having a temper tantrum about being "trapped at home". So, I let my dad talk me into taking her down to the Village Inn on the corner. I don't have to get out on the busy streets to get there. Just have to get thru the neighborhood. Halfway there, my foot slipped off the accelerator. Then I couldn't find the brakes. Good thing I was going really slow. (popped it into park, and pulled up the emergency brakes)

I got to the restaurant, and realized that my leg was so tired, that I didn't think I could get into the restaurant. I could barely get out of the parking lot for the strip mall.

I asked my mom if she was going to be mad at me if I took her home. She said she wouldn't be mad, but she said it in a grumpy voice. Halfway back to the house (driving really slow, with the hazards on), she started in on being trapped at home all the time.

So she lied about not being mad.

omg, gee mom. So sorry that my serious health problems are getting in your way. And so sorry my dad's congestive heart failure is also causing you problems. We didn't complain like this when my mom was in a coma with West Nile virus two years ago. It would be nice if she could try to at least act like she loves us, or at least tolerates us. Really think right now the way she acts that she hates both me and my dad. (she verbally yells at him constantly)

I'm sitting here, very quickly becoming totally disabled, and she's whining because she wants to go get pie at Village Inn. (she doesn't drive) She has no compassion or empathy. I'm sitting here crying my eyes out from being so tired, and peeved at the MS for causing me problems...and all she can think about is that she's mad that she didn't get to go out to eat.

I drove home, and the whole way there, I was saying a special word that starts with the sixth letter of the alphabet the entire way.

plus, it's about 103 degrees outside (heat index...I think the actual temp is more like 97) I'm stuck in the house too because of the weather.

Does MS ever get easier to deal with? Because if it's always going to be this bad, I'm just going to stay in my room and hide from the world.