Well, what a fantastic philosophy for anyone with MSA or any other so called "life-limiting" condition. (and the heckler at the back who shouted out "Like marriage" can leave the theatre now).
So I thought I'd put the new philosophy into practice last week. Which is how I found myself lying on my bed naked, talking to a very nice young lady*, a stranger who I had only just met and only knew by her first name. Our conversation included a detailed discussion about "size".
For a fleeting moment it seemed like an erotic dream until the reality bit and the size discussion was about diameter of rubbery tubing, the event was entirely free of charge (thanks NHS) and the whole encounter took place without a millimeter of erection (thanks autonomic dysfunction).
Whether it will be quite as much fun when the male district nurse comes to change the catheter remains to be seen. I'll let you know. 🤔
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* Henceforth to be known as - Sandra (I'll clean it now). Not her real name, and that particular task not in her CV (yet).
Time!
The uncertainty
Needing opinions or facts with MSA-C
Anticipatory meds
Update on Maggie. 
