wobbly moments

I had a moment yesterday. A touch of the OhFuckingHellItsAllGettingABitTooMuchNow's. I was taking the dog for her longer walk of the day at a local woods. The forecast was saying the day would be punctuated with very heavy showers, so we were prepared for a wet walk. Recently my walking has not been good. Coupled with a weak and wobbly MS phase in the legs, I am suffering with short breath because of the recently diagnosed pulmonary hypertension thing. It's still my job of the day, every day, to walk our dog though. At present, it's the only exercise I still do every day, and I've always loved doing it. But the truth is it's become a chore to do just right now because of the current health situation, rather than the high-spot of pleasure it has always been before. When we arrived at the forest car park, the skies were looking threatening, so I opened the car boot up and I sat on the tailgate lip to pull my waterproof over-trousers on. Having bent down to get them over my feet, I stood…