Where had it gone? Where could I have transported it to?
We patients are told not to think of ourselves as the disease, but helicopter caretakers get no such warning.
The black spiral literally knocked me off my feet. I decided on my own to stop taking Geodon — a horrible drug that left me dizzy for all but the last three to four hours of my waking day — and I crashed and crashed hard. My bedroom was my habitation; my cats my constant […]
I realized my cause was so hopeless that not even St. Jude could fix it even if I visited a church in his name every day for a hundred years.
I am thrall to this stupid, American insistence on balance, on not taking sides.
I constantly question the whirlwind. There must be an answer. And that takes over the mind.
The mind is not only its own place, but its own population.
Mistakes like this cause me to enter a highly vigilant state of mind.
I must confess that I still feel a little selfish when I remind people that I am under stress — perhaps more stress than Lynn.
I’ve been trying to write this story for months, but the time and the motivation have not been there. Two things tipped me off that something was wrong. First, I looked at my cell phone and realized that too much time had passed. Dr. Rettenmaier had promised a quick surgery — twenty five minutes — […]
UPDATED: 9 September 2012 Let me count the ways the events of the past few months have screwed me. Note that there may will be additions as the weeks pass…so keep checking this article. It will be a mega-whine! First, my mother dies of a glioblastoma — brain cancer — the same disease that killed […]