Seven days into the lymphedema therapy (I wrote about it in my other blog, you can click on the link), I am losing it big time, absolutely dissolving when I get home out of frustration and discomfort and recognition that I will never be better, this disability is forever. This MS is forever. The bandages are like a tangible reminder of that and they are driving me mad. They have ramped up the neuritis so my leg and foot feel as though they are on fire. The very kind and sympathetic therapist is practically standing on her head, attempting to make them comfortable, but nothing helps.

I am trying to focus on the fact that the swelling in my left foot is 100% improved, but I am utterly miserable with the bandages and foam wrapped tightly from toes to hip. I feel like such an ingrate, because it is working and the staff is unbelievably thoughtful, however it is taking every ounce of self-control I have not to rip them off. Just 22 days to go.

Oh. My. God.

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My skin is breaking down because of my immobility, so I got a sheepskin bed pad. It really helps prevent pressure sores.

Every time I am not sitting on it, the dog rushes to curl up and snooze away. I am so glad she is enjoying it.