"Fuck It, I'm Just Going to Do It," Said My Wife.

Today my wife was puttering around in the guest room organizing her yarn and trying to clean up some stuff because her mother is staying with us for a bit after Christmas. We rarely have guests sleep over (rarely any guests at all) and this room is pretty cluttered with her project stuff (it’s all “stuff” to me, much like my stuff is “stuff” to her). I walk by to bring her a coffee I picked up on my way back from the store and I saw her sitting on the floor organizing blobs (??) of yarn with her four-wheeled walker next to her, and I quickly realize she’s on the floor by her own choice. She has multiple sclerosis, MS, and, usually, when she’s on the floor, it’s because she fell and needs immediate help to get back on her feet because the disease makes it difficult to stand and move without assistance.

“Hey! You’re on the floor,” I commented as I handed her the coffee flavored surgery milk drink. I wasn’t too worried because her being on the floor wasn’t accompanied by pleas for help. Actually, I was impressed and happy. When she has a good day, my day tends to be better because of it. And her response to my query was like icing on cake.“I know, right?” she replied. “I thought ‘fuck it, I’m just going to do it.’” It turns out, she was feeling so good this day that she, by her own volition, sat on the floor and was able to get herself back up again twice. Twice.

And now I have a new mantra: Fuck it, I’m just going to do it.