Normally my days with MS are a lot like that of a very well loved house dog, after 15-years (see attached photo). I wake up, open my eyes đź‘€ make sure they still work, to make make sure everything still feels the same I wiggle around under the sheets. To make sure everything still works there is COFFEEâť—And then I become a Dog Minus the tail, and I lay around to take đź’Š pills on an alarm while being fed. I feel like a very well taken care of House DOG sometimes. Does anyone else have a similar existence?