I am in Seattle this week, attending the 225th conference of the American Astronomical Society. I will be giving a presentation at one of this evening’s sessions.
What might seem odd, after having published 42 posts, is to be writing something entitled “My Story”. Since I wasn’t clever enough to have made my last post The Answer To The Ultimate Question Of Life, The Universe, And Everything, I decided it was high time to write a short biographical, with all the interesting bits in one place. You see, lately I’ve been joining various online groups — mostly MS-related — and I am finding the redundancy of “introducing” myself over and over again to be incredibly tedious. The future plan? Point ’em to this tell-all page. Brilliant! So, with apologies to those who have already slogged through 42 posts, here goes … Continue reading
Last night, as my fellow Americans enjoyed the Independence Day festivities, I achieved a personal milestone: I took my 180th injection of Copaxone. I’ve been on this treatment now for 6 months (due to my rough start, only about 5 1/2 of those 6 months have been continuous). When I first started this journey, I would never have imagined that I would be able to write about this minor “victory” today! Continue reading
An entire month has somehow passed since my last post, and what a month it has been. On the work front, I’ve mostly wanted to pull my hair out, but there were some “I can’t believe I get paid to do this” moments as well, such as the day that I gave a technical brief to a veteran astronaut (who is my boss, three times removed). On the non-work front, I’ve received some medical test results which have left me scratching my head. Continue reading
About 2 weeks ago, I had a follow-up neurologist appointment. Below is an outbrief of that meeting, with the usual provision of questions asked and answers given during the appointment. Continue reading
Well, Dave Barry, I’m not turning 50 (yet!), but I hear ya! In fact, a neuro-psychologist, no less, is in the process of determining if, and by how much, I am indeed “losing it”. I took a cognitive examination a month or so ago, and the results are in… Continue reading
In the morning, I will be “going home” to Ohio. I used to think that I was the only self-sufficient, home-owning, bone-fide adult who still refers to visiting with my parents as “going home”. But I’ve since learned that I am not alone. Continue reading