brief dispatch

Today you find me a couple of days after my 37th birthday, spoilt rotten, following a weekend where I've been surrounded by the people that I love.

Last week those same people helped us to move into our new house.
(incidentally, I found I was able to do more than I - or anyone else - thought I would)

Times like this, you really have to be thankful for what you have.

Yes, I've had two relapses over the last year or so. And yes, I am the only person I know who is my age and who has a chronic disabling condition, which can sometimes lead me to dwell on minor irritations, which then take on greater significance when I bang on about them on my blog.

But:

• I'm on a recommended course of medication which (so far) isn't doing me any harm and which (so far) hasn't cost me a bean
  
  
• I have the support of the MS nurses of the QMC, as well as a team of neurologists
  
  
• I'm getting financial support for journeys into work, as well as snazzy office equipment
  
  
• I've had the benefit of Physio sessions and my bizzaro orthotic support, which does help but can get a bit uncomfortable if I wear it too long (I know, big deal)
  

Basically, I shouldn't complain that much, so for now I'm going to concentrate on sharing the benefit of the experiences I've had.