This is the time of year when I inevitably begin to mourn that I didn't get to enjoy Summer like I used to before I had MS. I grew up and still live on the shores of Lake Powell, but now being outside in the Summer makes me hurt. I used to hike and swim and play at the Lake, but now I look at pictures of it on the Internet. I dread the cold months coming up, except that I feel better physically in the Winter, but I am still mostly stuck inside the house with nowhere to go and nothing to do.
Who knew that writing my Master's Thesis would be so difficult? I used to be able to spit papers out in nothing flat. Now I am having trouble writing a single word. I hate my subject and I am beginning to hate Richard III. Mostly I have a healthy sense of self-loathing going on because I can't seem to get it done.
