Really?
What is it with MS?
This melancholic feeling has descended like a lump on my life. And I hate it.
Yeah, yeah, life is hard with MS, but I mean, really?
It started when I drove home from work (a very good day, as it happens).
I sighed. Then I sighed some more, from deep within. And I felt a little bit sad.
Gah.
(lump on chest)
I got home, made a coffee and thought about it, then I sighed a lot and felt a whole lot sadder.
MS. A license to feel like crap. Except I didn’t want to.
I struggled against it. I organised my scarves (a tick on my to-do-before-campath-list). I shuffled through my herbs (another tick).
I cannot say how this melancholic feeling descends. It really is out of the blue.
Life trucks on in a great way, bizarrely- I sent my book off for an award and I bought some Brazil nuts for breakfast.
So what is this stoopid MS nonsense?