I keep starting this post, then I stop. Truly don't want to depress people.
Nineteen years of MS. Went to the super-not-so-dooper market yesterday, and that was it. No more. It's over. I will never shop again, unless there's a miracle.
Bless 'em, three people, all strangers, two women, one man, actually volunteered to do my shopping and my cleaning for me, as I staggered about the aisles.
"I feel so sorry for you," said one. "Here is my phone number. You ring, and I'll do whatever you need."
So kind, and I'm so crippled.
I wanted to cry. Waited until I got home and sobbed my heart out.
Also, employment ends in August. I don't know what
I'm going to do. I have tried so hard for so long.
I'm not venting. I'm telling my truth.
Nineteen years of MS. Went to the super-not-so-dooper market yesterday, and that was it. No more. It's over. I will never shop again, unless there's a miracle.
Bless 'em, three people, all strangers, two women, one man, actually volunteered to do my shopping and my cleaning for me, as I staggered about the aisles.
"I feel so sorry for you," said one. "Here is my phone number. You ring, and I'll do whatever you need."
So kind, and I'm so crippled.
I wanted to cry. Waited until I got home and sobbed my heart out.
Also, employment ends in August. I don't know what
I'm going to do. I have tried so hard for so long.
I'm not venting. I'm telling my truth.
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