Explosions

I had hoped not to return so soon to the topic of my changing brain. Interfering with my ability to write about anything else, it had other ideas.

Yesterday I was bombarded by the sorts of sensations I described in my last post. The experience was overwhelming and somewhat incapacitating. Since these odd feelings initially appeared as I began to improve, I took the correlation for granted. While there is a basis for this idea, I should probably be less of a zealot.

Ideally, in a healthy, stable, inflammation-less brain, I wouldn’t have any of these sensations. So, while I have reason to believe they are associated with my recovery, in contrast to the very different sensations that preceded them - accompanying my decline -, I probably ought to be more cautious in assuming that everything is in order when these new sensations are coursing through my brain.

The deluge yesterday was sufficiently overwhelming as to distract me from being able to concentrate on reading, practicing, or writing. While I doubt it be the case, I ought not blind myself to the possibility that these feelings too could be masking a relapse of my symptoms. Knowledge of an indicator of progress could conceivably lure me into a dangerous level of complacency.