The Itch (2008)
newyorker.com
newyorker.com
She worked for thirteen years in health
care, becoming the director of a residence
program for men who’d suffered severe head
injuries. But she and her husband began
fighting. There were betrayals. By the time
she was thirty-two, her marriage had
disintegrated. In the divorce, she lost
possession of their home, and, amid her
financial and psychological struggles, she
saw that she was losing her children, too.
Within a few years, she was drinking. She
began dating someone, and they drank together.
After a while, he brought some drugs home,
and she tried them. The drugs got harder.
Eventually, they were doing heroin, which
turned out to be readily available from a
street dealer a block away from her apartment.
One day, she went to see a doctor because
she wasn’t feeling well, and learned that
she had contracted H.I.V. from a contaminated
needle. She had to leave her job. She lost
visiting rights with her children.
God, that is hellishly brutal. I'm assuming she's dead now, and a de-identified version of the story can be told.> I met M. seven years after she’d been discharged from the rehabilitation hospital. She is forty-eight now. She lives in a three-room apartment, with a crucifix and a bust of Jesus on the wall and the low yellow light of table lamps strung with beads over their shades. Stacked in a wicker basket next to her coffee table were Rick Warren’s “The Purpose Driven Life,” People, and the latest issue of Neurology Now, a magazine for patients. Together, they summed up her struggles, for she is still fighting the meaninglessness, the isolation, and the physiology of her predicament.
I wonder if it worked for M.
What?! Is this even possible?
Could be a pretty killer future VR/EEG (or are they using physical motion sensors configured to the "good" side of the body?) app.
I itched while and after reading the article. At various times I scratched my head, my nose, my lip. I don't normally have a problem with itching, and none of them were extreme.
Writing this comment made it way worse! I've scratched my arm, my leg, my back, my eye socket all since I went to copy and paste the quote above. Anyone else find the same?
Unfortunately, this mechanism can lead to symptoms like phantom pain or itching. As the author puts it, sometimes the check engine light is really nothing wrong with the engine but a faulty light itself.
One promising solution to these medical problems is to fill in the missing data in a different way. For example, phantom limb sufferers can look in a mirror image of their good limb, pretend it's their missing limb, and feel immediate and lasting relief. This may help with things like phantom itching, too.