Is this my first post?

So it started with me thinking I was going crazy, really.   How does a man determine that he is, in some way, slowly but inexorably losing his grip on what he came to understand in thirty one years of life as reality?  For me it began with occasional peripheral hallucinations at all times of the day.  A fire hydrant would look like a sitting dog.  I would jerk to a halt walking by a mirror, mistaking my reflection for another person in the hall with me.  While driving I would wince for an impact, sure that a car (that wasn't there at all) had run a stop sign at an intersection I was crossing.  

Next it was spelling.  I noticed more frequently that I was forgetting how to spell common words that I used every day like business or eventually or forget simple rules of grammar like where to put apostrophe.  These manifestations of dementia were accompanied by increasing feelings of nagging anxiety, joint and chest pain and exhaustion.  I was not quick to tell  anyone the extent of my condition as I thought it would pass.  On its own, it did not.  Then, two weeks ago I was diagnosed with Lyme's disease!  Hooray!  This was the answer I was looking for.  I'm on meds now for it and the symptoms have almost completely ceased.  I must have had the shit  for a while because  four months ago was the only time I have ever been bitten by a tick and not found it right away.  It was almost completely in my wrist when I did find it.  I dug it out with a shiny Buck knife, the same model Chuck Norris used in Missing in Action part one.  

[On a side note I carry this knife around with me and it freaks people out but that's not why I carry it.  They say it's scary, that I could hurt someone.  These are the same people who text while driving.  That is more dangerous.  I'm not accidently going to hurl a knife across a diner into a patron's temple dropping them into their home fries face first while spraying the women at the counter waiting for her coffee with bright red blood.  It is more likely that the person driving carelessly will swipe someone off the sidewalk or run a light into a school bus sending the driver arms first through the windshield into a rod iron fence or twisting the kid crouched down to find the dollar he dropped, while showing his friend how to fold it funny and make swear words, around a seat frame and into a wheel well crushing his skull.]

Long story short, the antibiotics are working and I'm feeling like my old familiar self again.