E.R.

So, this post will be a bit offbeat as I write it from within an E. R. waiting room. Don’t worry: I have no reason to believe this to be life threatening. For those of you interested in medical tales, around 3:15 my thumb went numb, sort of like when your arm falls asleep and gets all tingly, except just in my one digit. This persisted for the rest of the day, spreading into my hand. My symptoms line up eerily well with a condition my father suffered from, the correcting of which turned his life around. As he’s not available for comment this moment, I’ll have to go on memory: his physical health improved greatly, and he was released from an over two year depression. Not a stranger to depression myself, the hope that a physical cause (and by extension a physical cure) exists, fills me with excitement.

If this blog suddenly becomes upbeat and preppy, we can blame the doctors for curing me.

Final thought: every cloud has a silver lining.

Dangit, I’m already sounding like those dreadful happy people.