I see my neurologist, tomorrow. It is a strangely depressing thought, that.

Perhaps because I want to ask him a few hard questions? I both hope that he can help and I am afraid that he cannot.

I stopped by the raised bed on the way to shut the chickens in tonight, and I pulled a baby carrot. It was only one bite's worth, but it made me feel better, somehow. A carrot from the works of my hands.... perhaps it makes me feel less helpless?