My poor Marshy was sick all night.

When my dog is up sick, I’m up. It was a long night but he finally got whatever was in his belly out. Unfortunately it came out all over my blanket that now needs to be cleaned. After that final incident, he was finally able to sleep.

It’s a crazy coincidence, but I too woke up sick this morning. Today I normally go to physical therapy. I woke up I got dressed and ready to go, and then I got sick. It’s now two hours and 15 minutes later that I’m finally sitting down writing my blog. I have finally left the bathroom. My head is pounding, my belly is doing flips and I already had one trip I didn’t quite make it to the bathroom in time. A wonderful by product of multiple sclerosis, bathroom issues. I really should say the inability to hold it. I said before in my other blogs, I have no control of those muscles and unfortunately accidents happen more and more often. So i’m looking on the bright side, I’m showered and clean earlier than I would be on Monday. Hopefully I have no other issues and don’t have to re-shower again.

Even though I’m very used to these issues, doesn’t make them easier. It’s still pulls at those heartstrings and the mental strings. Not really something I’ve ever wanted to experience at the age of 46. Who am I kidding though, I’ve been experiencing these symptoms since the age of 36. Doesn’t make it easier. Sometimes I have to remind myself it’s not my fault. I can’t control this. This is completely MS. I take medicine for the bladder that does help, most of the time. I wear pads when I think it’s necessary. There’s not much I can do for the other one. Those issues, most of the time, happen without much warning. I learned I can only do what I can do. I think the hardest part for me is that I’m single. And I always say here who’s going to love me these kind of issues. Its here I have to change my thinking to who wouldn’t want love me despite these issues. It’s the other way of thinking that always makes me sad on days like this. Today I brush myself off, picked myself up and changed my mind to look at it differently. There’s no sense dwelling on what I can’t fix or control. It’s just a day in the life of multiple sclerosis.