On June 25th, 2009, I was diagnosed with Tourette's Syndrome by my neurologist. Coincidentally, it was also the day that Michael Jackson died. I heard the announcement of his death on the radio as we pulled into the parking lot of the doctor's office.
Since then, June 25 has been deemed "Twitch Day". Last year, my wife and I went out to dinner to celebrate. This year, I am recovering from back surgery, watching 'NY Ink'. (Jesus, I need to find something on Netflix.)
It's been a tumultuous two years. A lot of ups and downs. It surely doesn't feel like two years. More like ten. TS....the twitching, the stuttering and jerking and shouting have all become part of who I am. To be honest, I can't picture myself without it anymore.
I am Twitch, as much as I am Adam.
Since then, June 25 has been deemed "Twitch Day". Last year, my wife and I went out to dinner to celebrate. This year, I am recovering from back surgery, watching 'NY Ink'. (Jesus, I need to find something on Netflix.)
It's been a tumultuous two years. A lot of ups and downs. It surely doesn't feel like two years. More like ten. TS....the twitching, the stuttering and jerking and shouting have all become part of who I am. To be honest, I can't picture myself without it anymore.
I am Twitch, as much as I am Adam.
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