Among a growing list of specialists and ancillary health people, I have an Occupational Therapist, and she's lovely. With an iron edge that would work well collecting debts. Today, right after she noticed how freakishly tired I look, we got going with me having an unco attack and spilling shit everywhere. Everywhere, but mostly on me.

Somewhere during the appointment we had some very hard edged negotiation about me seeing a doctor (fine) tomorrow (not fine). Friday is fine, but I allowed that it will be in the morning in case the doctor would like to give me the day.

On the way to the appointment, I just couldn't be fucked making my way to a seat on the train. There was a lovely guy, who I'm sure would look like a potential mugger to an old person, who really insisted I take his seat near the door. Yaay him.

I am so fucking tired, it's just amazing. And I think this is a mix of normal tired, then MS tired. The combination means that parts of my brain that I've been using to get through... not walking into things, say... they are too tired to stop me. So, I'm walking into doors and walls. Which is just awesome.

In the middle here (after OT 1 a month ago), I started trying to enforce 10 minute breaks on myself. Negotiation there was quite funny. 10 minute break. Okay, I can read for a little... no. Walk around the block... no. Anything I suggested... no. Doing nothing for 10 minutes twice a day, while at work, is obscenely hard.