My herbalist says that MS is spoken of, in his circles at least, as a "withering" disease.
Well, nowadays, that's definitely me.
I'm having really unenjoyable experiences just trying to use my right hand. Hold a spoon. Rinse a cup. Use a whisk to make matcha tea. Use my right hand, and start crying out not in pain, but in despair.
Sometimes I think I'm getting better at making the whisked tea. Sometimes... I just despair.
Let's not talk about typing. Poor hand control is adding at least 25+% of time merely to correct slovenly typing mistakes. I've pretty much given up using my right hand even for hunt-and-peck typing, because I can't even do that well enough.
And now, a snack, and bed. My wife wants to do something with me outside the house today, maybe, maybe, that'll happen, but frankly, I just want to go to bed and stay there.
Not a "primary" gifts-of-MS day, so far. Maybe it is, but I just don't see them right now... all I see is despair.
No fun. No fun at all...