(Ack! Deena, I got your e-mail the other day w/r/t the van and F2F -- I'll respond tomorrow! I get all drugged up and loopy and forget, or drugged up and fall asleep -- either way, my e-mail languishes unnoticed. Sorry!)

Deena, nononono - I'm waiting on my meds because they conk me out. I've barely seen him this week, so I'm staying awake. My choice; he's kinda cranky about it.

Ah, sounds like Greg. He gets quite feisty if he thinks I'm not behaving.

Steph, darling girl, don't worry about it. I read your piece too. I was just glad you didn't bite me. *g*

Part of the things about the ms is, the meds make me sleep incredibly deep, which in fact is something I've never done. So if I take them and I fall asleep, one of two things will happen, neither option a good one: either I'll wake up when he comes in, be logy and incoherent and probably set the house on fire trying to cook something (I do NOT allow other people to cook in my kitchen, mostly), or else I'll wake up because I haven't allowed the meds to do their thing properly (iron-willed) and then I won't sleep at all, and the results of fractured sleep, when you have MS, are catastrophic next day, believe me.

that's scary, Deb. One of the things I've hated recovering from this last pregnancy mostly, and some from the one before, is the lack of control I've had over my own body. It does things to me. I can write, OR I can spend 3 hours playing like a mad crazy with my children, OR I can do the dishes, clean some of the house and cook dinner... If I want to do all of the above I have to take a nap; I have to shorten the play time; I have to do less housework; I have to push to get dinner done and someone else does the dishes.

Deena, it's creepier when you consider that I'm also an endorphin junkie (besides theatre, I also danced for seven years); my workouts, until about a year ago, were 45 minutes a day intensive, five days a week minimum. I have the weightbench and the whole nine yards.

Five minutes now, if I'm lucky. Nic just found me 2-pound strap-on weights, because I can't close my hands and hold on to my normal weights anymore.

Goodness. I can't imagine it. I've always been sedentary and regret that very much now that I'm creeping up on 40. I've always been powerful though. Now, NSM.

Oh Deb, that must be so hard for you. My father has a disease called familial cerebellur (sp?) ataxia which has slowly eaten away at his motor skills. It was tough enough watching him go through that since he's always been really active, and he had much more time time to get used to it than it sounds like you've had.

I'm still toned, but it's a battle. I'm 49 in a couple of months and the metabolism doesn't do what it did.

Here's Nic, so I can shove a burger down his throat, take my meds, and fall down.

Night, sweeties. bestest dreams.

night Deb, thank you again.