I've been thinking of the novel, "The Exorcist", quite a lot in the past week. It is a superb book made into a superb movie. I don't think William Peter Blatty, who wrote the book, ever surpassed it - before or after. And yes, I am a fan of the horror genre. But this book … Continue reading November 15th: The Beast is Back
... and the pun is intended... Isn't it a bummer to develop a condition that is (seemingly) unknown to 80% of the medical profession and ignored by the other 20%? When I went to see my GP (Note: that's a "general practitioner " in Oz, the UK and probably across the Commonwealth. I guess in the US … Continue reading An Unnerving Start to my Medical Journey with TN.
"How are you?" ... is a question I've been having heaps of trouble handling. How does one respond? For a few weeks I tried replying to this casual question in detail - and wound up getting myself in trouble or misunderstood, which made me rethink my human interactions. So here's what I'm staying with for … Continue reading How are you?…
It's a month since a searing series of spikes announced that my life had just careened round a corner into Painland, initiating my my visit to Emergency and my learning that I'm probably headed towards TN. And I say "probably headed towards" because my neurology appointment is still a month away. And a definite diagnosis? … Continue reading July 8, 2018
I've been formulating this post for a few days. It stayed nebulous in my mind - and then a few mornings ago I carried a couple to Melbourne airport in my Uber. Andrew and Jo, (both!) play bassoon and were off to Vienna to take part in a music festival with an orchestral group from … Continue reading Music as Pain insulation.
Meet Spike, the Pit Bull who has adopted me. No, he's not the slavering, teeth-baring beast that the media loves to portray. I guess I love dogs too much to buy into that. He is the quintessential Pit: Silent, watchful and deadly. Single-minded in his role in my new life, to keep me in line, … Continue reading Spike
About a week ago - which was a couple of weeks into my current series (I'm still trying to find right nomenclature for this thing and its aspects/forms) I realised around one midday that I was absolutely wasted. I barely made it to the couch before crashing. It was unusual: Sure, I am a bad … Continue reading Fatigue