Regrets, try not to have em.

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So last night I had an odd issue arise. I was eating the white chili I made Lance and I.  I had this weird feeling like my food was stuck, for a moment I thought I was choking. It wasn’t my usual aspirating issue, that I’ve become all to used to. It passed and then was so nauseas I thought I was going to puke.
Lance was in the other room, I told him it shook me up. He said “well honey I’m sorry I didn’t know. You need a button to press if I’m in another room” I said “there’s no way in hell I’m getting a life alert at 47 yrs old”. He then says “ no something to alert me, like a Lance alert.” That made me chuckle. He’s such a sweet hubby.
I get nauseas on the regular, because of pain, but this was different. At this point in my disease I’ve learned not to go running off to the hospital every time I have an issue. This too will pass, besides that what could they really do at the hospital? If I went to the hospital and told them of the issue that had since passed, I’d probably get dead eyes and a rambling answer as to them not knowing what happened. After all it’s not like they could give me a pill for what ails me. So why waste their/my time and money?
That’s my tip to the newly diagnosed. Get help if you feel you need it, but don’t waste the money and time if it’s not a straight up emergency. I didn’t know this when first dx’d and wasted a bunch of time/money in the ER. No one filled me in.
Earlier in the day I had a lot of leg weakness so maybe I’ll get some steroids. Not sure though because even with them there are consequences. Bone density issues, teeth issues etc. I love,love, love me some steroids. They sometimes give me a false sense of well being. I’ve taken them many, many times over the past 13 1/2 yrs.
No shame in my roid game.
So today I have a funeral. The funeral of a very sweet soul. I worked with him for many years, back when I sold cars. He was a hell of a guy and a very good salesman. He was such a good heart that if I was in the market I’d be comfortable buying from him. He was an honest guy with a great personality. He was good friend of Bobs. He (Bob) thought a lot of him which speaks volumes.
My kids sure liked him too. His name was Robert Pitts. My kids for some reason thought it was Pibbs when they was little leading them to think he was the owner of Mr. Pibbs soda (not real sure where they got that from). I’d refer to him as Pibsy. He thought that was pretty humorous.
I wish I had stayed in better contact with him and his wife.  It’s a shame we lose contact with people and then wind up going to their funeral regretful we didn’t keep up better. I remember old Pibsy like it was yesterday. When he liked someone he’d say “man that guys a cooool cat”. The way he’d say that made him a pretty cool cat. My point to that little story is to say I hate that we didn’t stay in contact, because Bob and I always thought he was a cool cat. He didn’t put on heirs, he said what he thought and didn’t pretend. He was the real deal and will be greatly missed.
My boy David is taking me so he can pay his respects. Lance was going to take me but since David is going he can stay at work. I’m glad David wanted to go, it’s important to pay respects. I know how much that means. When Bob passed there was standing room only at his funeral. I don’t think in life Bob ever realized the impact he made on people. It meant a lot to me as I’m sure it will mean to Roberts wife Lynne.
So I end this with saying, try not to have regrets, keep up with friends and family. Don’t wait til a funeral to let folks know what they mean to you. I never do New Year resolutions, but this I think is doable and important enough to make.

Author: mswithmsalex

A funny gals take on the ups and downs of dealing with MS. The stuff people don't like to talk about. The hilarious situations I've found myself in. I hope this brings laughter to a disease that isn't very humorous

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