… but a good blogger ought to update at least once every seven or eight months or so, I suppose.
Fact of the matter is that I haven't had a lot to say. Or, rather, that I haven't had the language to say a lot for some time. Things appear to be getting better, at least in terms of written language — it still requires the patience of a saint to talk with me in the real-time audio sphere — but there appears to be a persistent connection to some level of grammar now, so I am sending out a signal in hopes of receiving an ACK from somewhere.
I've learned a lot about myself in the last few months. Take away an intellectual's intellect, and he's left wondering who he is. (Sometimes literally. That's every bit as scary as it sounds.) Take away his ability to communicate, to express himself, and (more importantly) to read and understand others, and the question turns to what it means to be human. I hope to take you on a guided tour of my explorations over the next little while, for as long as I can stitch my thoughts together coherently. I am not taking this for granted; there have been too many times when medication has caused a short-term improvement in my symptoms only to fail again in a couple of weeks. Let's see where this goes.
Physically, I'm no better, but that seems utterly unimportant compared to being able to walk a block to the grocery store without getting lost. I'll take the trade-off, thanks.