This is going to be hard.

Looking through my journal for more steps along the way to the elusive diagnosis, I'm recognizing how I always had so many other things on my mind, all of which were more interesting to me than whatever the heck was wrong with me. When writing it's possible to forget trivial details like being unable to walk right, especially before it was constant. A year may have gone by after July 2009 before I pick up the thread.