F--- It All.

Since January 1, I’ve been in MS hell.

Along with MS fatigued to celebrate the new year I sustained second and third-degree burns to my left leg due to the lovely symptom of MS fatigue. At his point, a month later with four-inch deep busing, nerve damage and the ugly scarring that may ensue, I’m just in one of those moments of “f—- it all.”

If you could only understand…

Merry Christmas to the Permit

“What disability?!”

I find it insultingly hilarious that little did Ms. Attendant know this week has been fire and brimstone for my lower back, legs, and nerves. A relapse that started Sunday has continued its teeth-gritting pain on my lower back and legs, and for that small run to the tax collector’s office, I planned to muster up courage and walk in without a cane not be judged by a disease, a disability you can’t see.