Turns out my new pain doc went to school with my last.Also she remembered the norseman when he met her and she was the one who started the surgery that now is the reason he can walk.

She seems nice enough, she will even continue my neuro meds as I may have a wait for a neurologist. She did tell me that if things get worse to go to the ER and trust me if I loose anymore balance or the spasms spread, I'll be visiting there.

One of cousins is here for the night and this time the girls did spray on hair color. I think unless you have a crew cut or mohawk, you need two bottles.

Blue hair would match my skirt for the re-wedding, but I think the nose ring speaks for its self although I may put a crystal in.

I hope I look half as good as the model. Not one bulge on her.

The new doc decided I needed to be on cymbalta and I had actually asked about it, but as I am finding out, with the meds and chemical brain changes, M.S. is known to cause depression and any hopefully will help my fatigue level.

I am not too proud to admit I need meds to regulate my biochemical reaction. M,S. just sucks and being a disease you had no choice in, sucks even more.

So still trying to be aware of the choices I can and have made.Moving cross country, getting re-married and trying to make it work are all choices.

I chose this life I am leading, I'm sure there was help and nudges on the way. I like to thing about life as a coloring book, the basic direction is there, coloring outside the lines of the page, well it happens,but you can always start again.