Admitting A Problem

I really dislike when people live in that other world called "DENIAL". It really irks me for some reason. When you live in DENIAL, it only prolongs the time you have to deal with whatever it is you are dealing with, am I right? So when you come face to face with the REAL PROBLEM, which is still there and never really left and bothered you deep down the whole time and may have possibly gotten bigger, you may not have that much needed gift of TIME. Granted I would love to live in that other world, but it just doesn't work for me (or Tim by association of marriage). 

We (now) believe in dealing with the problem head on, evaluating and coming to a decision (which is usually there isn't anything you can do about it anyway ), and then moving on merrily and living our life and accepting said problem. This in turn leaves more time with the most important thing...US, Our life together, and enjoying the things we like to do.
Quick Story (I think) - Funny now but not so much when it happened. Tim had just found out he had this Progressive type MS and decided to live in the other world for a bit and go on a little drinking binder because he was "sad". Not such a good idea when you don't have balance to start. (Needless to say Shelly was at work this day.)  So he sat around in previously mentioned recliner and had a few too many Tecate (his new beer of choice, and one of the many things Texas has changed about him). So when Shelly got home (that's me), she noticed that Tim was getting ready to go out and feed the horses and let them out for the night. Shel also noted he was slurring his speech a little, ok a lot, and walking dangerously close to horizontal. A gravity defying feat at which once reaching the horse pen, gravity won (it didn't help that he was trying to use the little boys room at the same time). Tim took a tumble over the edge of the water tank, thereby bruising his rib cartilage. Enter - ever so new Texas strong and capable Shelly. I basically had to drag his ass back to the house at which point I continued to educate him about several safety issues and the dangers of living in the "other world". (He still owes me a date because on my one day off I had to take him to the doctor for x-rays because he thought he broke his ribs). 
So, this time around when issues began to come up that he was worsening, he learned his lesson and we talked about possible options to help the situation or simply live with it.
As of his appointment on Tuesday, Tim will be going to physical therapy for 2 weeks straight, 2-3 hours a day, to try and learn activities that can help slow the progression of his weakening. There has been no gravity defying activities or drinking binges this time around and my worry meter is at a low these days because we don't live in the "other world".
Lesson learned?