A Diagnosis. (10/05/11)

 (10/05/11)

As I left this doctor’s office, he stopped to shake my hand with a very grave look and he said, “This is bad. This is very bad.” I nodded and thought to myself, I will never return to this office. And I didn’t.

Finally

So, I’ve noodled about in my head about starting a blog. I spent months designing this blog. And I kept thinking why would anyone want to read a blog written by me? I don’t know. Probably, no one does. But, in the quiet of the night, when my thoughts are racing a hundred mph in my head with no way of stopping them or slowing them; the thought strikes me that, perhaps, if I put some of the words to paper, perhaps they will get out of my head and let me get some sleep: Precious sleep.

So. This blog. I’ll write about my disease and the path it’s taking me on. I’ll write about those strange thoughts and memories that keep me awake at night. And if I’m the only one who reads them? Well, that’s okay, too. I’m a very private person.

Lay on, MacDuff.