There is a part in Wes Anderson’s spectacular film “Isle of dogs” where the beleaguered canines are given a serum injection which instantly cures dog flu, snout fever, and solves the proliferation crisis – all in one shot. The first dog “Chief” excitedly remarks how his eyesight, equilibrium, nervous system issues are all suddenly is resolved as he brightens up with a spark. Eventually, I dream that there will be a similar solution for MECFS.

As I go along, I *apparently* snap ridiculous and certainly unnecessary and unflattering photos of myself looking exhausted. Usually, I share the photos where I manage a smile. (if you’re smart, you know my “tell” of when I am manufacturing a smile). #PokerPlayersNotice. Some of these snaps of possibly on other social channels as a signal that I’m still alive.

I’m not sure why, it’s only sort of a recent habit, but I think it’s because in the future I can look back and say “right on Davey, you hung in there, you didn’t give up, you didn’t take the exit, and look at you, you’re doing right now”.