Not About The Move
As we approach the autumnal equinox, the other story of the year, my cranial health, has reached an equilibrium as well. While I'll never look at that damn Kindergarten Cop quote in quite the same way again, the outright fear that came with each mislaid word, paper or memory has faded. The drug regime has proven adequate to control the symptoms, and after three stints in the ol' MRI tube, the little fellow-traveler in my skull has remained largely unchanged. Once a year, I'll go visit Dr Tallman and Dr Stoval to see how things have changed. It stands to reason that eventually it and I will have to part ways. I do hope that that day is well removed from this.