…eventually come to an end. That’s the way I was yesterday. My time of feeling well came crashing to an abrupt halt. Ahhh, the vagaries of MS. I can honestly say that I didn’t do a single thing to wake the sleeping MonSter! Saturday went well – I finished the birthday banner with streamers of curled ribbon and my husband put it above the doorway between the breakfast room and kitchen – the birthday boy would see it as he walked in the back door. I printed his card and had everything set for the dinner. Then I woke up yesterday feeling a bit off.
I couldn’t put my finger on it – I wasn’t sick, I was walking the same as always, I wasn’t overly tired, but something was amiss. I tried to push it from my mind to no avail. At church, I felt it even more so. Now at that point, any intelligent person would have just sat for the service, but not this ninny! Palm Sunday is long, and no one would have thought less of me for not standing. Yet, there I was, getting up and down, and soon, my feet were burning with pins and needles, and my legs felt like spaghetti strands – and not al dente! After that, things went downhill.
I tried to recoup my strength, but it was gone. I compounded it by standing some more while I prepared dinner. The lamb roast was easy; I just made a coating of garlic, rosemary, lemon, pepper, and oil, which I spread on the outside of the meat. The garlic mashed potatoes were also quite simple. However, by that time, my legs and feet were screaming. I pushed through and got the string bean casserole ready, but that’s all I had. My younger son saw me and knew immediately I was headed for a fall or worse. So, he nonchalantly got me a chair and had me act as the maestro while he took over. I directed him at the stove and together we worked well. If it were just the one meal, I may have made it, but keep in mind; I had to make separate dinners for my daughter and me and then something for the little ones.
Fortunately, my list-making skills paid off. I could see at a glance what needed to be done, and I could instruct my son how to do it. “Together” we made brown rice, a veggie stir fry, chicken nuggets, and gravy. My daughter kept the little guys occupied, and my husband sat with the birthday boy. Everything came together, and everyone enjoyed the meal. My younger son also picked up the cake from the Philly bakery I like – Swiss Haus – and it was delicious.
Today, my feet are still tingling, but I can sit while I bake later. Now, my husband is having more leg and feet problems. He developed a weird condition where several of his toes are red at the balls and tips of the toes. His podiatrist didn’t know what it as, his PCP checked his circulation, my son-in-law said it was strange, but had no answers, and I can’t find anything online. He said his feet are really starting to hurt, so he’s going back to his PCP this afternoon. I feel bad for him because I know how it feels to have sore feet. Let’s keep our fingers crossed that it’s nothing serious.
Now, I have to little by little get things ready for Easter. I just have to learn to stay off my feet as much as possible, and maybe between Mr. and Mrs. Gimpy, we’ll pull this off!