Greetings All,
It has been a while, I know. I will make no evasion since I was last able to post here; the simple act of breathing and seeming avoidance of the great maw of the abyss has been a travail.
I had hoped as winter’s face resided and the burgeoning of spring struggled forth from the cold mud; that it would ameliorate with the shift. But that hope has thus far purported disappointing. Since mid-March, much of my time has been spent in painful and incongruous torpor. Though I’ve not been ill with any microbe, my lungs and nervous system, in general, slid into the frozen mire of mud season. Though their severe lack of proper function wasn’t innocuous enough to still my breath, only exasperate misery. This disease sure births a quisling to the former self.
Natheless, despite the attempt to swallow me in quicksand, I feel a slight renovation in the self. Without exaggeration, this past winter has been the most challenging since that of 06, directly after I had been poisoned. The progressive slide downward, and acute drop-off in the last year that I’ve experienced with this disease, has certainly been shocking. Since last autumn, most especially so.
I did have an online consult with Dartmouth Neurology last week. They are ordering a fresh set of high-definition brain MRIs. Also on the docket is specialized nerve testing; since arsenic can cause peripheral nerve damage, which could be creating the plaguing severe issues in my lungs. It could also be instigating or aggravating some of the autonomic nervous system issues and brutal flareups. A large part of the poison ingredients in 05 was arsenic trioxide. Other tests will be ordered as well, but so far I’m not sure which.
That’s all for now. Wishing you all the very best, and I hope the early start of vivacious spring eases your physical burdens and lifts your spirits on the wings of eagles.
It has been a while, I know. I will make no evasion since I was last able to post here; the simple act of breathing and seeming avoidance of the great maw of the abyss has been a travail.
I had hoped as winter’s face resided and the burgeoning of spring struggled forth from the cold mud; that it would ameliorate with the shift. But that hope has thus far purported disappointing. Since mid-March, much of my time has been spent in painful and incongruous torpor. Though I’ve not been ill with any microbe, my lungs and nervous system, in general, slid into the frozen mire of mud season. Though their severe lack of proper function wasn’t innocuous enough to still my breath, only exasperate misery. This disease sure births a quisling to the former self.
Natheless, despite the attempt to swallow me in quicksand, I feel a slight renovation in the self. Without exaggeration, this past winter has been the most challenging since that of 06, directly after I had been poisoned. The progressive slide downward, and acute drop-off in the last year that I’ve experienced with this disease, has certainly been shocking. Since last autumn, most especially so.
I did have an online consult with Dartmouth Neurology last week. They are ordering a fresh set of high-definition brain MRIs. Also on the docket is specialized nerve testing; since arsenic can cause peripheral nerve damage, which could be creating the plaguing severe issues in my lungs. It could also be instigating or aggravating some of the autonomic nervous system issues and brutal flareups. A large part of the poison ingredients in 05 was arsenic trioxide. Other tests will be ordered as well, but so far I’m not sure which.
That’s all for now. Wishing you all the very best, and I hope the early start of vivacious spring eases your physical burdens and lifts your spirits on the wings of eagles.
