An MS sucks sort of day

Went to bed at my, as of lately, usual time of 5:30 a.m. Woke to The Curmudgeon’s voice on the phone, “I’m down and I can’t get up.”

Leap out of bed, heart pounding, adrenaline rushing, cussing, mad.

Why?

I had less than three and one half hours of sleep.

I went to bed thinking, “Wow, I don’t have to run anywhere today, I can sleep in!”

Yeah, Nope.

Hurt my back again trying to get him up into his chair and later upstairs and into his bed.

Nope. There was no help.

Yep, I actually went knocking on doors to find some. No responses.

No, I won’t call 911 for help because it’s not life threatening and they frown on it.

Yes, I did tell him that if I hit the lottery I was outta here. Granted, I’d make sure he was well taken care of…

I just can’t do this much more without losing my sanity completely.

Dont make me adult Lucy

Advertisements

About doggonedmysteries

Agented Mystery Writer, Bull Terrier owner --we have two, Avid gardener.

Posted on June 28, 2015, in MS related and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: