It’s Sunday and I find myself muddled. Again. I think it’s the weekends where I find myself with lots of time to do nothing, that I struggle. Sometimes it’s not... Read More

I’m laying in bed knowing I should be asleep if I want tomorrow not to suck, but my broken brain won’t let me drift away into blissful nothingness. Not even... Read More

So you may or may not know that I’ve been in specialty pharmacy pre-authorization hell for the last few days trying to get my Ampyra refilled longer term. It’s not... Read More

I offer this quick update. As evidenced by my schlumping, stomping, dragging, bobbing and weaving all over downtown Pittsburgh today, I can confirm that it is not actually a good... Read More

You know the song, I’m sure you do. The one about how one pill makes her larger and one pill makes her small? I used to love singing that song... Read More

Every freaking time I decide to put on clean pajamas no more than an hour afterwards, I have the urge to sneeze violently and thus pee myself a little.  Not... Read More

A monumental non-MS related event happened to me this weekend. On Sunday, February 19, I turned 50 years old. I know! Me. Fifty years old. I almost can’t believe it’s... Read More

I’ve written before about how bad I am at optimism. I know it’s nothing to be proud of. I know our thoughts have a direct impact on our lives and... Read More

Hope is a funny thing. If you’re me, you avoid it because you hold a fundamental philosophy about life that states that if one prepares for the worst possible outcome,... Read More

I had an off-schedule infusion today because it was also my day to visit with The Great Scott, in the flesh. You see TGS when he can see you, not... Read More