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The ROUS, in me

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Ever since I was old enough to form coherent sentences, I have been on a quest for information. I want to know why radio stations begin with the letters K or W. I want to know why a negative exponent really means the inverse and why the distributive property does not work with division. I want to know why I get a stronger wireless signal while standing precisely here in my bedroom, while stepping only three steps away in any direction decreases the signal significantly. This burning need to KNOW was the root of my school day stresses a hundred years ago, particularly in math class. … Continue reading The ROUS, in me

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The One About The Weakling

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Ouch!  That looks a bit painful, doesn’t it?  I did not have my camera or my phone handy earlier this week when I finished the last of three tests ordered and performed by Dr. G., my neurologist, otherwise I would have asked her to snap a lovely photo.  I’ll let you imagine the awkward shot of me in a blue paper gown.  Nevermind. Erase that, please. Dr. G. is a bit of a Sherlock Holmes of medicine.  She is the first physician I’ve encountered on this long health journey who believes every bit of data is important.  For example, one … Continue reading The One About The Weakling