By a Thread

Gosh, the days are hard. People talk to me at work, and it is overwhelming. I just want them to slow down.

Sometimes I get anxious when I am sick and someone asks me to do something extra. I feel like I am barely making it, and I will drown if I have to do more.

Walking is becoming harder; in the afternoons I cannot hide the struggle. I walk slowly and try to look like I am just not in a hurry, concentrate on making my left leg catch up, remember to smile.

I wish I did not need to work. It makes me sad that I only have one good day: Sunday. Working Monday-Friday, sick with Avonex on Saturdays. I guess I really have half a good day, because Sunday afternoons I work at church. Then I have to recover.

I do not understand why I have gotten so bad in a relatively short time. A year and a half ago I was fine.