Never Be My Favourite Moment.

Shoji Ueda 'Composition' (1937)
Image courtesy of the Tokyo Metropolitan Museum of Photography

Kansuke Yamamoto.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kansuke_Yamamoto_%28Surrealist%29

Summer seems to have come back; sunshine and blue skies are gorgeous as are the happy street noises drifting in the open windows.

Richie is going to get me out of bed quickly because I had a huge spasm just as he was leaving to go shopping.

It means I need to go to the toilet; the spasm and subsequent feelings of something about to happen are an urgent warning.

Neither of us wants me to have an accident in bed; Richie put the heating on right away so we can go.

 Richie got me into the bathroom, sadly I pooed on the floor as soon as he pulled off my underpants.

This has happened so often now, luckily I am no longer ashamed, now I know Richie will shower me and I will feel better again.

It will never be my favourite moment, but it is good to know Richie will sort everything out.

Seems that every week there is one day where I have one huge bowel movement, often starts to happen without any warning.

This is obviously happens because I can’t walk, don’t have good muscle control; don’t process food as efficiently, all because of my MS.