I am so fricken sick of MS. I am so tired of having a good day (as good as it gets I guess) and then waking up the next morning feeling as though I got hit by a mack truck, like my head is floating 3 feet above my body and like my muscles in my legs are tied in knots. I am sick of having to explain myself. Noone gets it. Not out of ignorance but because you cant understand it unless you have it. I'm tired of my husband thinking that I just ignore him or choose not to do what he has asked because I don't like him, not because my short term memory is shot. I'm tired of him thinking that I don't want to be physical with him every waking moment of the day because I don't like him, not because my leg muscles are tied in knots and I think I am going to throw up while the room is spinning around me! I'm tired of having plans and having to call people and say "sorry, but I am going to have to reschedule, I woke up this morning feeling horrible". I'm tired of all of this right now......and I just want to go to bed and cry and sleep and I'm tired of feeling like that because that is not me. Please forgive my ranting and raving, but you guys here are the ONLY ones who actually understand what I am talking about. :) Kim
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