I almost felt sorry for my neurologist. He’s a big hulking man, probably 6 foot 5; looks like he just stepped off a Spaghetti Western, and he’s full of the awesome. I’d just informed him that, “the headaches are back and they’re worse then ever.” This proclamation looked like it might make him weep. Lord … Continue reading I Really Need To Stop Referring To Myself As “Sasquatch”