Take the good with the bad

We have to come to the realization that the bad days out weigh the good by.... let's say ALOT!!! Last night i felt on top of the world, sharp as a tack! It felt so good. I could add, subtract, even tell stories of the day. Then, well then i went to bed. And that's all i remember. Lying, slurring shaking on the couch and its all over. The good day that is. Not being able to recall how i got there and falling over in a heap only to have my wife poised to calll 911. My legs were crooked under me and i did not have the strength to straighten them. The pain was intense, i thin k it actually made me regain some awareness, enough to tell her not to make the call. For all of you reading when i tell my stories of these episodes, most of it comes from Cheryl telling me what happend. If you have gotten lost on a trip in a new city or trying to find something, its kinda like that except you never leave your house. The frustration and anxiety, that is in my case is so overwhelming, i want to scream, then i cant. Not that i cant because i dont want to upset anyone, its just cuz i cant. I dont know how all of the sudden. A simple step over a curb becomes a mathmatical nightmare, y X z = i have to figure out which part goes first. Right leg left leg???? The good news is i had a good day. I hope tomorrow is good one..