I'm aware I've deviated somewhat from the tale I started off telling. Part of my problem is that there are a lot of places to go next - not unlike the Choose Your Own Adventure books that I used to love when I was about 9 - and as a lifelong dilettante I just can't… Continue reading Back to the story
Category: neurology
The Beginning
Anxiety feels to me like a bag of eels, somewhere in the pit of my stomach. Twisting and rolling, it threatens to burst open and tumble the contents out of my mouth with the scream I can barely suppress. That was what it felt like as I stood outside my local hospital on a grey… Continue reading The Beginning
