Get the F’ Out of My House!

It was such sunny and bright day yesterday, as I stood at the doorway of the back door watching m puppies at play.  I decided to get dressed while they were out romping around in the hint of spring weather.

I painfully made my way to the bedroom with my constant companions, pain and my walker.  I stood before the open dresser drawer trying to decide what to wear.  It was easy, most of the time because predominantly, in my drawer were black pants.  Today, however; I felt like wearing something different.  I chose a pair of pants the color of coffee with cream.  I then chose a red  top.

I went here and there, picking up things and setting the rooms aright.  My cleaning service ladies should be arriving soon.  It’s funny how one does this just before the before the cleaning people come.

While doing this, I felt my energy slowly slipping away as though my efforts were like attempting to start a car that wouldn’t start.  You turn the ignition and the feeble sound of the car battery lets you know that if you don’t start it soon, you won’t be able to start t at all.

Finally, I made it to the kitchen and stood there looking around.  I could see some things to be set aright, but they seemed daunting to me, as though moving some dirty dishes from the counter to the dish washer would succeed in only grinding the engine of the car (my body) to a screeching halt.

I gratefully let the cleaning ladies in shortly thereafter and slumped in my chair in front of the computer.  What I really wanted to do was get undressed and crawl back into bed.

I have very cheerful cleaning ladies and the loud talk, music and the repeated, “How are you Miss Maggie?” was sweet but just too much both at the same time.  I couldn’t wait for them to leave.

While I dawdled at the computer, I mean who could do anything constructive with all the noise here, I realized I needed to pee.  I could easily make my way to the bathroom and chase the ladies in there out, which I’ve done before.  I stood up about to do that very thing when I felt it let go.  There I was standing by my chair peeing (luckily, I had protection on) and trying to smile at the cleaning lady that just popped into the room.  “Is there anything I can do for you Miss Maggie?”  I smiled and said,

“No, I’m okay.”  I quickly turned around and sat back in my chair.

What I really wanted to say was, get the fuck out of my house!

My Take On This

It’s typical for all people with Multiple Sclerosis and many other diseases to start off the day chipper and ready to go (some days).  As the day passes, or rather the hours or minutes, you find yourself slowly losing the energy you started off with.  If you’re trying to maintain the momentum, forget it.  It’s like trying to catch a fish in a pond.   It just takes too much energy to hold on to the energy.

As far as my wanting my dear sweet cleaning ladies out of the house?  Aw come on!  When you’re peeing in your pants about the last thing you want is a house full of cheerful people who keep asking you questions.

 

 

I went here and there, picking up things and setting the rooms aright.  My cleaning service ladies should be arriving soon.  It’s funny how one does this just before the before the cleaning people come.

While doing this, I felt my energy slowly slipping away as though my efforts were like attempting to start a car that wouldn’t start.  You turn the ignition and the feeble sound of the car battery lets you know that if you don’t start it soon, you won’t be able to start t at all.

Finally, I made it to the kitchen and stood there looking around.  I could see some things to be set aright, but they seemed daunting to me, as though moving some dirty dishes from the counter to the dish washer would succeed in only grinding the engine of the car (my body) to a screeching halt.

I gratefully let the cleaning ladies in shortly thereafter and slumped in my chair in front of the computer.  What I really wanted to do was get undressed and crawl back into bed.

I have very cheerful cleaning ladies and the loud talk, music and the repeated, “How are you Miss Maggie?” was sweet but just too much both at the same time.  I couldn’t wait for them to leave.

While I dawdled at the computer, I mean who could do anything constructive with all the noise here, I realized I needed to pee.  I could easily make my way to the bathroom and chase the ladies in there out, which I’ve done before.  I stood up about to do that very thing when I felt it let go.  There I was standing by my chair peeing (luckily, I had protection on) and trying to smile at the cleaning lady that just popped into the room.  “Is there anything I can do for you Miss Maggie?”  I smiled and said,

“No, I’m okay.”  I quickly turned around and sat back in my chair.

What I really wanted to say was, get the fuck out of my house!

 

I went here and there, picking up things and setting the rooms aright.  My cleaning service ladies should be arriving soon.  It’s funny how one does this just before the before the cleaning people come.

While doing this, I felt my energy slowly slipping away as though my efforts were like attempting to start a car that wouldn’t start.  You turn the ignition and the feeble sound of the car battery lets you know that if you don’t start it soon, you won’t be able to start t at all.

Finally, I made it to the kitchen and stood there looking around.  I could see some things to be set aright, but they seemed daunting to me, as though moving some dirty dishes from the counter to the dish washer would succeed in only grinding the engine of the car (my body) to a screeching halt.

I gratefully let the cleaning ladies in shortly thereafter and slumped in my chair in front of the computer.  What I really wanted to do was get undressed and crawl back into bed.

I have very cheerful cleaning ladies and the loud talk, music and the repeated, “How are you Miss Maggie?” was sweet but just too much both at the same time.  I couldn’t wait for them to leave.

While I dawdled at the computer, I mean who could do anything constructive with all the noise here, I realized I needed to pee.  I could easily make my way to the bathroom and chase the ladies in there out, which I’ve done before.  I stood up about to do that very thing when I felt it let go.  There I was standing by my chair peeing (luckily, I had protection on) and trying to smile at the cleaning lady that just popped into the room.  “Is there anything I can do for you Miss Maggie?”  I smiled and said,

“No, I’m okay.”  I quickly turned around and sat back in my chair.

What I really wanted to say was, get the fuck out of my house!

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