I had serious memory issues when all this started. My husband would walk into the room and it would frighten me to death because I had no memory of him walking in. To me, he magically appeared in front of me. I was told that it was some type of dissociation disorder (AKA crazy as the outhouse rat).

I also was making bad decisions that could have cost me my marriage, my job, and my financial stability in general. My husband caught the financial errors and fixed them.

Yet in all that, I never missed work. I had outstanding work reviews. (I am suspicious that my supervisor is so nice that she gives everybody perfect reviews so that she doesn't hurt our feelings.)

Now my memory is MUCH better. I am not misplacing moments in time. In fact, I have learned a bunch of new complex guitar chords that I could never play before. I also wrote an original lab for my class, sent a link to it to a major textbook publisher, and they may include it in a text book.

My muscle weakness has gotten worse. I am off of work today. I just spent some time outside taking care of the horses and I was gasping for breath when I got inside. Dang it.