Fuckity fuck.
I feel so good most of the time, even lowered my pain meds by half.
But if I do anything physical, out of the norm, I pay for it dearly.
It's not really about pain anymore, for whatever reason.
It's about weakness. And falling.
Right now, a wheelchair sounds okay to me.
It'd be such a relief.
Like I said... fuckity fuck.
Excuse my language.
No... don't excuse it. There's no other words for how I feel right now.
All because I went to a Park Meeting a block away.
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Living with Multiple Sclerosis, and how I'm trying to lose weight by riding a trike all over San Francisco. ------------------------------------ I'm not a fat *Loser*... I'm a *Fat* loser. San Francisco is my support system, cause I'm new to the city.
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