All posts by: Bethy

Every. Freaking. Time. 

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

Fifty is nifty…and exhausting

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

A little love…for me

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 in a bottle?

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

Musions on Infusion, episode (I forget)

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

Check that…

Quick update. So, that whole positive things are looking up I’m getting my new walking drug update that I just posted yesterday? Someone made a mistake.  There was an error... Read More

They like me…

They really like me! Well. That’s probably going a bit far but I got this in the mail today: Of course, I have no actual idea how I actually go... Read More

Greetings from the lost weekend

I’ve always loved my bed. I have always paid a great deal of attention to its bedding, its pillows, its mattress quality. I’ve spent more time and money thinking about... Read More

I was in the room where it happens

Who doesn’t want to see Hamilton? I want to meet that person because I’ve been obsessed with the idea of seeing this show on Broadway the second I popped the... Read More

My Mid-Life Crisis: MS edition

I’m creeping up on kind of a milestone birthday. In a few short weeks, I’m going to be celebrating my 50th birthday. Half a century! It doesn’t even seem possible... Read More