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Today I go to Yale to see a neurologist who specializes in movement disorders. After the car blackout, the E.R. visit, after almost a week of hospitalization where I was literally confined to the bed and forbidden to eat, medications made my seizure like activity worse, my blood glucose spiked, and eventually they flung up their hands in defeat and ( Read more... )

After two dates and many stimulating email conversations, we realized that there wasn't the spark that would lead us to fall head-over-heels in love. I, who usually struggle to communicate more than the effusive, positive romantic emotions with someone I date, whether I am two dates in or two years in, actually brought up this lack of the zing. I ( Read more... )

*The year 2009 is the year I will stop living in the face of fear. The catalyst I thought for this revolution was when I made the decision that I was somehow going to get a bike or rollerblades, my so-called rickety body be darned. Then I met a man who races motocross for a living. Then my brother bought me a mountain bike for my birthday as if to ( Read more... )

Why, oh why, does doing the right thing have to burn like this ( Read more... )

After spending the previous day helping the V-Man lay the rest of the brick walkway in front of his house, I was very sore whenever I moved and I walked in the fog of the heavily fatigued. All I wanted to do was lay down and rest but of course rest is not in the V-Man’s vocabulary. We had a comparably light day, however, and I was looking forward ( Read more... )

Last night I had a dream that Lisa Tucker, the girl from American Idol who so wants to be Whitney but seems destined for any future Disney Channel variety show (a la Mickey Mouse Club or Kids Incorporated), did a super-hot performance that reminded me of Janet Jackson during the Rhythm Nation tour. All of a sudden she developed amazing syncopated ( Read more... )