Observations...

So, with MS medicine comes getting my blood drawn every two weeks to make sure that my liver isn't shutting down. The fact that I have passed out having my blood drawn in the past, coupled with having to give myself an injection every other day, seems like a really sick joke from the universe. I was sitting at the doctor's office today waiting to get poked with a needle and was watching an elderly man in a wheelchair being comforted by what I assumed was his daughter. As she sat rubbing his back, I realized two things. 1) How grateful I am that I have Oksana to care for me when I get older and 2) I'm screwed if Oksana ever decides she's disowning me because my boys wouldn't sit rubbing my back at the doctor's office. I'd be lucky if they dropped me at the curb outside my doctor's office. I guess Zan's getting the new jeans she's been bugging me about...