So I’ve decided to embrace some of the quirkier side of MS, those moments that probably would never come about if not for my having MS, and yet are the things that can give you something to laugh about for as long as you can remember them , and should you start to forget you know someone close to you will remind you about... that time.....

So the other night my wonderful DH decided it would be a great treat to dress up a bit and go out for a nice dinner. It’s been awhile, but I have new headphones to block all the little dings, clinks and various other obnoxious sounds one meets in a restaurant that for myself ends in a migraine and grated nerves. So off to the shower we go, and not only have I picked out a nice classy blouse to wear but I decide yeah I’m feeling great despite the warmer shower, let’s wear a bit of makeup.

Put on the moisturizer that acts as my foundation, a few pats of powder, a little swipe of blush, now on to the lips, now as most girls will know getting a nice lipstick comes from a good lip liner... what I accomplished with my shaky numb hand was not a good lip liner but hey that’s what make up remover and q tips are for, so after cleaning up the clown look, a few taps of the lipstick and no one would ever know. And I made a mental note to skip the eyeliner after that. So a few flicks of eyeshadow looking decently done enough, and then applied my lash ink, but hmmm the eyes are still missing something... eyeliner... what was I thinking putting the lash ink on first, and some might have already figured out roughly where the liquid eyeliner was going....

Yep directly stabbed into my tear duct. ... now that is not something q-tips and makeup remover can fix as I’m crying black tears out one eye, and it’s leaving a black stain from the lash ink that isn’t going to wash off for the next day or two. So I rinse out as much of the gunk as I can, leaving the tear duct clear but the eye looking like the nose of the clown whose lips I’d drawn earlier.

What’s a girl to do? My answer was to leave the black tear stain, slip on an eye patch and trade my nice blouse out for a striped t-shirt and a quick swap from a pretty pink lipstick to black.

And that is how MS mischief turned me into a goth pirate for a day . Dinner was still great and our waiter asked if my DH I are were enjoying getting ready for Halloween.

Memory is a thing, made worse when your immune system is eating your brain. I’ve never had the best short term memory, and after last night it is a small wonder my house is still standing. Now normally because of my squirrelly brain I am not allowed to cook, my DH does the cooking, but he worked really late and was very sore owing to a fall from an attic at work. So with him home he decided I could handle boiling water on the stove for some pasta for dinner.

So I filled the pot with water, added some salt and turned on the burner. As they say a watched pot doesn’t boil, so I sat down in the living room, and completely forgot I was boiling water, my DH exhausted from work had fallen alseep in his chair watching tv, and I sat there with a grumbling stomach not wanting to disturb him to make us dinner all the while the pot on the stove was boiling away losing more than 3/4s of it’s water before the DH woke up, apologized for sleeping and asked if I put away his pasta.

What pasta???... eek... well at least we caught it before all the water was gone. So I decide ok... pasta is out now, I know I’ll make up a frozen pizza, after all our oven has an annoying beep after it preheats... that will tell me I’m good to go, right! Well no... I had zoned out and completely missed the beep, so my oven was preheated for almost 2 hours before the DH questioned me again about dinner.... what dinner??? We didn’t eat dinner??? (by now my stomach had given up the ghost of it ever getting food again...)

DH reminded me I was making pizzas... eeeeek... I open the oven door to a billow of smoke as one of our cast iron pans was still in there after getting seasoned. Thankfully there was no flames, so I pulled out the pan got the pizzas into the oven and set the timer on the oven, the microwave, the fridge, my phone and set timers to go off on our Alexa dots.

When the pizzas were done it was loud in the house with all the alarms going off, but they were cooked right

Needless to say, DH has once more enacted a cooking ban on me and is questioning the safety of my making toast even

Sometimes even the DH can be slow to learn from history... a few months back he came home from work with his watch broken, decided we would run down and get him a new one. It took, according to him, ten conversations about why we were going to the store before I finally stopped having the same conversation with him. And still I forgot once we were in the store as to why we were there. Granted that was a bit more extreme forgetfulness owing to having just woken up when he came home from lying down with a mother of all migraines, so the brain really was more dazed than usual, but still my memory, particularly in the short term is crap.

So this afternoon we decided to go food shopping, now I always have a list, it’s very important when you can’t even remember which aisle you just came out of, and I always hand my list to the DH as I can’t be trusted. And the DH always reads the list as he is the one who can remember things. It is a system that works, until today when the DH decided he “knew” what we needed from the store and didn’t need the list. He rattled off what he thought was a simple enough list, as it was only a few items we needed.

We got to the store and he turned to me to verify his list... uh, sure.... and asked me the whole time could I think of anything else... Nope... so what should have been a 20 minutes at best shopping trip, became an hour and a half, and what should have been a $50, trip became a $200 trip and when we got home we still hadn’t bought a single thing from the “list” that we needed including the all important toilet paper .

In conclusion if you have a system that works... DONT mess with it

More MS shenanigans Saturday we are expecting a wound specialist nurse to deal with bed-sore developed my non-moving and aided by Ambien non-movement. We have been told to expect this person.

Person shows, DH helps me lie on bed in my diaper to show how he positions me, show person bed-sore. Person agrees it is bad and nothing else. Turns out he was sent in error to take my blood pressure! But DH had already whispered and made me laugh "What a waste this is!" Think we totally confused this guy who just wanted to take a blood pressure reading!

Kicker, maybe he should have taken HIS blood pressure after your little show-and-tell episode!!

He did ask for a chair.