Posts tagged with: singlespoonie

The tortoise and the hare (guess which one I am)…

I’m working on adjusting my expectations but I have to be honest, it’s harder than I want it to be. Listen. I’ve never been the hare. Even at my best,... Read More

Don’t call it a comeback

I got cocky again. I know. Shocker but hear me out. I had a decent day yesterday. I got through the whole 8 or so hours of my work day... Read More

Life on the inside, part deaux

So as most of you already know, I was rudely awakened at 3:45am with the arrival of my first roommate. One of only three such roommates I’ve ever had in... Read More

Another day…another missive from The Great Scott

Last time, on bethybrightanddark.com, we found our heroine in some distress. After a two month flush without meds, and the long awaited first dose of the new goo (aka Ocrevus),... Read More

Maybe I have unrealistic expectations

It always comes down to this. The most basic things are my undoing. But when I thought about it more, I am starting to realize something that is probably painfully... Read More

Broken eyes, broken brains and the things we don’t talk about

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

Keeping up with the…krazy

I’m not the easiest person to figure out lately. As a result of my current “situation” I’ve become somewhat of an interpersonal nightmare. Being my friend, right now? Not so... Read More

Today I learned about spoons

I spent the day managing legal processes and contracts. Not my favorite part of my job, but it kind of goes with the territory. When I could officially take no... Read More

My so-called perfectly curated Internet life

I’ve always been somewhat of a loner. Sometimes when I say that in front of people, they are aghast. Not you, Bethie! You’re not a loner. But it’s totally true.... Read More

MS might actually HAVE me, after all

Cheryl, my loyal and trusty therapist, announced today in our session that she thinks I’ve officially entered the anger phase of my MS mourning. I laughed out loud. I’ve felt... Read More