June 15, 2020

Monday, 11:40pm

Now, before you get all annoyed that I’ve been gone for a while, I had my reasons, okay? First and foremost, I need to tell you something that Dr. Meyers told me during my last appointment. I would tell you to listen carefully, but… I’m writing this down so, no point in saying that I guess. Especially since I know I— you— won’t. Ha...

It’s… It’s getting slightly worse. Like I’d somewhat expected. 

Don’t worry, it’s not that bad, according to the doc. He says it’s probably because the prescription isn’t right for me and suggested we switch to galantamine, if that doesn’t work, we’ll try out donepezil… If even those two prescriptions don’t work as well, he said he might try to do a combination to see if that’ll perform a bit better. So… Basically, everything’s trial and error at this point.

Apparently, there’s a new drug in the late trials, called Aducanumab. Basically, it’s a human antibody that’s supposed to help reduce brain lesions (or, amyloids) that correlates to Alzheimer’s. He’s hoping that the drug gets approved by the FDA quickly, so that I could have a chance to take it, since the clinical trials aren’t accepting more patients/ participants at the moment. 

I hope it gets approved for use soon… After hearing that my condition got worse, even though it's miniscule, I panicked. Sure, it’s in the early stages and pretty mild but… What if it gets worse drastically? I mean, there have been reports of that happening to a small percentage of Alzheimer’s patients. Who’s to say that that won’t happen to me? Which brings me to my next point.

It turns out that I haven’t been fired, whew. I was just being overdramatic. Thanks to that incident with the blueberry mousse entremets, I was able to get a two-week vacation— not that I really did anything, but… I did come up with a plan. A real, crazy and idiotic plan.

Curious?

Well, I’ll tell you some other time. I don’t want to spoil it just yet… Okay, maybe I will just tell you a tiny bit. I’m planning on relocating elsewhere. Meaning, I’m moving out of New York to… somewhere. I won’t tell you yet, since I’m still thinking about it.

I told Dr. Meyers of that possibility, and understandably, he was not impressed. You have no idea how much he nagged the hell out of me. Like, Jesus, you’d think a neurologist has a shit ton of work to do, but nope. He just went on and on and on… Man, I haven’t experienced that since high school; even then, my dad didn’t go over the ten minute mark… This quack— I mean, doc, went on for the next forty minutes. Ugh. I was surprised his other patients weren’t complaining, and it turned out that I was his last patient for the day. Yay, fantastic.

Well, even if that idiot doctor disagrees with my plans, I’m still gonna try and make it work. I need to… I  need to do it before time runs out. Before I lose every freaking memory I have. Whoo… It’s gonna be tough, but I’m determined to make it come true. 

Anyways, that’s the gist of what’s been going on over the past month. Also, don’t mind the title of this entry… I was eating a brownie earlier and just decided to go with it. I’ll write down a recipe for you to review some time. 

Later.

**NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.**