Tomorrow - first treatment

[armoire_man]

So, tomorrow morning I'm scheduled for radiation fix to my brain.

Now, of course, I'm thinking that I'll get some kind of normality back, I'll get my brain fixed after years of long, slow downfall that really hit the pits a couple weeks ago.

But I also feel like the personality I am now is going to vanish. The weird stupid person I've been over

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[noveldevice]

Flowers for Algernon. It's really sad.

I will be thinking about you tomorrow morning. Let us know as soon as you feel like posting.

As to missing the you now...change is scary. Change is doubly scary when things are fucked inside your head. (We learned this one after Ranj's stroke.) So this is normal, I think, not that that makes it any easier. *hugs*

[bureinato]

Not only was there Flowers for Algernon, but there was some other SF story where the planet earth moved out of a "stupid zone" of space. Everyone became brilliant and built spaceships and moved on and the planet was populated by speaking animals and the mentally below normal who became normal intelligence.

[supergee]

Brain Wave, by Poul Anderson.

[bureinato]

Thanks, I couldn't remember the title, I read it so long ago that I'm sure it would be like a new book to me if I re-read it.

[kip_w]

Well, if you ever want the charly gordon version of you to come back, it's easier to make yourself stupid temporarily than smart. (There's also the original short-story version of the book, which is in the original volume of the Science Fiction Hall of Fame. Oddly, I still haven't seen the movie.)

There's also the Schwarzenegger movie about an a-hole who gets dosed with stuff that makes him a regular joe for a while. I'm averse to spoilers, even where everybody probably has seen the movie, so I'll leave it there.

Radiation. Now I'm thinking of Homer visiting his old house and seeing the shadow on the floor from where he used to sit in front of that color TV set for hours at a time.

Take care of that brain, pal.

[eniastoa]

kip_w is right; people make themselves stupid for a while all the time, all sorts of ways. Some never really let up.

I've been prompted with a variety of weird nostalgia, myself, lately. This evening I caught myself making up a ditty to the tune of the Seasame Street theme, and that brought back memories of when I'd been, at age 4 going on 5, inordinately fascinated by the mapping of shadows onto surfaces when the caster of shadows moved in relation to the surface the shadow fell on, the light source, or both. I couldn't do that now, but the person I was then is no less real.

Best of luck to you ... but I won't say break a leg ;-)

[neonnurse]

I will be thinking of all of you tomorrow! Hang in there!