December 8, 2019
I have been revisited by the night mare disturbingly frequently lately. I had thought the worst of this was in my past, but I suspect a combination of bad insomnia (exacerbated by the accursed and worsening neuropathy) and what one might, with some understatement, call a difficult couple of years, has summoned the beast once more. So, back to the struggles to wake, the breathless yelling from within a failed iron lung, the bursting awake, the pounding heart. I used to joke that this would be how I die. It seems much less like of a joke at my age.