Hey! Not so bad, and truly, deeply, I appreciate your insight on this little connection. And yeah, feeling better at least, if still frankly somewhat frail, with a significant word recall issue that - interestingly enough - rarely occurs to me as I compose away one my own, but is manifest at once when my own mind is no longer controlling the agenda, in that thing that we call social interaction. Seriously - friggin' seriously - so long as the mind frames the rules of the conversation, it has no problems coming up with all the words it needs. Funny how that works, ain't it? (And as my wife points out, when I'm on my own, I'm otherwise able to fill in the blanks with the assistance of a search engine of some sort.)

As you inferred from my return to posting, after thinking I was going into a stack-crash on Wednesday, I managed somehow to hobble through Thursday and by Friday - Muzak and all - realized I was not as bad off as I had been the day before, which came as a pleasant relief. Especially where I was by then committed to driving into Westwood (not nearly as far off as USC and reachable by city streets nicely), then heading back to my house to pick up my son home from college, whence over the hill again for lunch with Ian, his old teacher and now my good friend, and then back home by way of reptile shop in W. LA to pick up crickets for our 12 y.o. tree frog, then come again. a normal day for healthy folks. I doable day for me on tDCS - albeit with some Schedule II support after crossing the finishing line - and a cause for celebration that I pulled it off today at all!!! So the post-tDCS CRPS rebound thing may be no more, and we're back to bo worse than the pre-tDCS "normal" - save and except the enhanced tinnitus which should hopefully be remedied by the hair of the dog that bit me, once the replacement machine comes in this week. (See, above.)

Seriously, the only thing untoward that happened this evening was not that my pain flared (and it didn't) but that I was physically spent beyond anything I could ever recall. Hence the reference to frailty. And the only thing that pulled me out of that, once it felt I was close to letting go of one last breath and not being there to catch the next one, was when I popped 4 Nirtostats and was back in the game. But more on that in another thread.

My Sat. MD appt. went well and I should have new machine by mid-week. So all things considered, I'm a lot happier than I had been a few days ago. Thanks for asking.

Mike