~another year, another beer

9:20 AM - 3/19/06

I don't look forward to today. Already, I want a beer.

It's not just that there's more per year to go through, as I get more current, it's that I'm really seeing that things did indeed get progressively worse.

I don't even know what was going on with me yesterday... maybe I was just feeling sorry for myself, but I actually had tears about to spill out of my eyes while putting together the 1993 entry.

That was a rough year... 1993. Too rough.

1994 was even rougher.

The worst part of it though, was that I didn't know what was wrong. I interpreted my delusions as complete sense, and my pain as completely delusional.

The most important thing to surviving with MS, is actually knowing that you have it.