Sunday night was…weird. I went to bed early because I was feeling…weird. Dan came to check on me. “What’s up. You doing okay?” “No.” “Well,
Crisis averted. Nothing caught on fire. But I was smacked by the depressing reality that I can’t do anything and I certainly can’t do anything quickly.
Back in the day, doctors would actually use a hot bath test to diagnose MS! Holy shit!
I woke up at 5:12 a.m. today with the uncontrollable urge to stretch my limbs. I stretched, and as usual my muscles all contracted at
Yes, I realize that I’ve pondered a pretty lengthy list of possible diseases and conditions in the past 24 months or so, including rheumatoid arthritis,
So, where was I? Or rather, what part of the story to tell next? This is not a linear tale, if you hadn’t noticed.