Last Sunday I went for my annual M.R.I. Scan. 70 minutes laying inside that noisy “torpedo tube” is not my favorite pass time. Lol Wednesday the 18th I see my Neurologist for my assessment. He will have the results. It won't surprise me, I know I have gotten worse. Don't need an M.R.I. To tell me that! I am finding it increasingly difficult to stand up. When I do get up I am pretty wobbly on my feet. He will notice the difference for sure,he watches me like a hawk! Hope he doesn't try and talking me into going for a monthly infusion instead of my current weekly injection. I don't want the infusion, even if the injection is not helping much anymore.
Normally my wife and I fly over to Adelaide August – September. This year we want to pay for my son,his partner and our granddaughter to come to Perth. I know they can't afford it and that they would like to come. Have to put it to them soon. Trouble is, I can't afford to pay for my other son and his partner as well. I am afraid he will spit the dummy! I'm afraid he has a chip bigger than Texas on his shoulder! He lived here with me and Jenny years ago. We paid for him to come and five years later we paid for him to go back as well. I hope he remembers that.
We have the grandkids for the day and I better go spend some time with them, I think they are wearing my Jenny out! We are not so young anymore and the pair of them are a hell of a handful. (We love them though and don't see too much of them, as they live quite a distance away.