It’s Shot Night. Part of me hates Shot Night.

Shot Night is my weekly reminder that I have MS. It’s not the needle stick that bothers me, it’s what it represents. When we pull that medicine out of the fridge to bring it to room temperature, I’m reminded that I have an incurable disease.

On a more positive note, I got my confirmation for the Working Woman’s Luncheon sponsored by the local chapter of the National MS Society. This month’s speaker is a nutritionist. I’m really looking forward to the presentation.