Wedding Bells

One of my best friends from college is getting married Labor Day 2012 and my excitement is visibly waning. My wedding bells are becoming empty pie tins clanging against metal trash can lids. Luckily, I do not dislike her groom. Actually, I love anyone who's batshit enough to like Sarah; Let alone love and marry her. Anyway, some shit just hit the proverbial fan in my life and I really am not wanting to travel to Boston from Cincinnati, Ohio but like a bad song on the jukebox, this has to stop now. Again, my butt hole is puckered but my get up and go, got up and went. Long time ago.

MS is great.

Apparently my child thinks I am a 95 year-old woman when in all his six years of knowledge tells me after he sees a commercial that I need Lifeline and I can get it because I "fall a lot". Multiple Sclerosis has changed my life drastically and I am not even sure how to deal but I am definitely not ready for that. Even the thought is so morbid I struggle...If I fall THAT hard where I can't get up, I don't wanna get up. Let me die. A button to alert authorities? Absolutely not. I probably shouldn't think that way, but I do. MS is great. It is very tough. When my NP first told me the diagnosis and how expensive MS is; I told her, we could end it for cheap with a bullet and a shotgun. I still feel that way, a year later. Too bad, I think I'm supposed to learn something out of all this. I don't know but a Lifeline NOT it.