Bring on the cheese! I've got the whine!
I swear to Christmas that if one more person tells me that I look "terrible" or "wow you don't feel well do you?" or "man you look like (insert expletive that rhymes with spit here)" I'm going to stop even trying to look presentable at all. If they are telling me this often WITH makeup on; I would nearly love to see what they had to say if I didn't even try and came in without makeup and in my comfy clothes.
My boss even said, "It's not that you look bad. It's that you don't look good." That sure cleared that right up for me. This is why I told him I hoped his prostate fell out so he could understand just how I truly felt to want to control every tiny aspect of my body but couldn't control it all at once anymore. He walked off in a huff. I suspect it was my use of the word "tiny". (insert evil grin and snarky snort here)
In the past month I've experienced a lot of spasticity, jumbled words, severe spasms in my feet where I feel like it's walking on marbles, a heightened gag reflex where I constantly feel like I'm going to toss my cookies, absolutely no sex drive and a large case of the clumsiness not to mention that I am having a really hard time with blurry vision and migraines. And if that's not sexy enough; I also have tremors going on too!
Naturally my mother's primary concern is that I'm not married. (Insert a so not shocked face here.) I told her I don't know why I am not married. I've got absolutely no desire to jump . I tire out before the load is dry in the dryer so they wrinkle before I can get the gumption going to fold them or hang them up. I haven't been to a hair dresser in months. I work two jobs so by the time I'm done for the day, human contact is the LAST thing I want. Oh wait... maybe it's because my ever so sparkling personality is still sitting in the dryer. I bet it's wrinkled now too. (I don't think she appreciated my humor.)
Small side whine in case you're not already drunk off my massive outpour of whine already; I had the absolute unique pleasure of my first bladder episode. Now THERE is a good time just waiting to unleash a beast of humiliation on ya! Standing there at the part time job and I felt like maybe I had to pee so I took off my apron and laid it on the counter just as my bladder just let go. (Mental note to self, slamming my legs together does not help in this action and it just bruises my knees in the process.) I grabbed the tea jug and pretended to drop it just to cover the fact that I had just peed my pants. So, now I just look like an idiot with the dropsies instead of a potential spokeswoman for Depends. Gosh... decisions decisions!
But on a brighter note: I came home, showered, changed clothes, tripped over my dog, face planted in the hallway and reinjured my rotator cuff in the process. And as I laid there in the hallway I happened to look up at the ceiling contemplating laying there for a few hours (because I figured it was safer if I was already on the floor and close to the bathroom at the same time); I felt a weird warmth in my leg and thought "Great... let's just have a stroke while we're here." But as my little Griffon puppy suddenly appeared by my head and licked my cheek as he walked on by me; I realized that I've been peed on not once but twice inside an hour's time.
Yep... sometimes getting out of bed is more than enough fun for the day. If you go any further than that you're just asking for it.
My boss even said, "It's not that you look bad. It's that you don't look good." That sure cleared that right up for me. This is why I told him I hoped his prostate fell out so he could understand just how I truly felt to want to control every tiny aspect of my body but couldn't control it all at once anymore. He walked off in a huff. I suspect it was my use of the word "tiny". (insert evil grin and snarky snort here)
In the past month I've experienced a lot of spasticity, jumbled words, severe spasms in my feet where I feel like it's walking on marbles, a heightened gag reflex where I constantly feel like I'm going to toss my cookies, absolutely no sex drive and a large case of the clumsiness not to mention that I am having a really hard time with blurry vision and migraines. And if that's not sexy enough; I also have tremors going on too!
Naturally my mother's primary concern is that I'm not married. (Insert a so not shocked face here.) I told her I don't know why I am not married. I've got absolutely no desire to jump . I tire out before the load is dry in the dryer so they wrinkle before I can get the gumption going to fold them or hang them up. I haven't been to a hair dresser in months. I work two jobs so by the time I'm done for the day, human contact is the LAST thing I want. Oh wait... maybe it's because my ever so sparkling personality is still sitting in the dryer. I bet it's wrinkled now too. (I don't think she appreciated my humor.)
Small side whine in case you're not already drunk off my massive outpour of whine already; I had the absolute unique pleasure of my first bladder episode. Now THERE is a good time just waiting to unleash a beast of humiliation on ya! Standing there at the part time job and I felt like maybe I had to pee so I took off my apron and laid it on the counter just as my bladder just let go. (Mental note to self, slamming my legs together does not help in this action and it just bruises my knees in the process.) I grabbed the tea jug and pretended to drop it just to cover the fact that I had just peed my pants. So, now I just look like an idiot with the dropsies instead of a potential spokeswoman for Depends. Gosh... decisions decisions!
But on a brighter note: I came home, showered, changed clothes, tripped over my dog, face planted in the hallway and reinjured my rotator cuff in the process. And as I laid there in the hallway I happened to look up at the ceiling contemplating laying there for a few hours (because I figured it was safer if I was already on the floor and close to the bathroom at the same time); I felt a weird warmth in my leg and thought "Great... let's just have a stroke while we're here." But as my little Griffon puppy suddenly appeared by my head and licked my cheek as he walked on by me; I realized that I've been peed on not once but twice inside an hour's time.
Yep... sometimes getting out of bed is more than enough fun for the day. If you go any further than that you're just asking for it.
Wow, this IS NOT on my wish list.... so guess if I can learn to laugh about it, somehow I can accept it..... 
And that was a very reasonable idea to just stay on the floor while you were there. I have had that idea sometimes myself 
I laughed so hard reading your post that I almost peed myself
So sorry you are having such a hard time
. Glad you seem to deal with it, much better than I do. fed
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