For poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so finely organized that we can penetrate into that region where the air is music, we hear those primal warblings, and attempt to write them down, but we lose ever and anon a word, or a verse
convolutedmuse's Articles In Health & Medicine
March 8, 2005 by convolutedmuse
Monday, March 07, 2005 Sleepless in Wisconsin Over the last several years I have changed considerably. To a certain extent this is normal but the changes I speak of are far from normal, and are a symptom of an issue too long overlooked by Americans, in my opinion. I am speaking of Sleep Apnea. Those who knew me several years ago would scarcely recognize me now. My memory is hit or miss. I am often confused when I should not be. I have always had a quick, sharp mind and now I am dull and m...