ABSTRACT
It has been creeping up on me slowly. I feel increasingly tired but without really noticing that there is an increase. Walking up the stairs from my basement to the main floor fatigues my legs, and so does riding up the slightest incline on my bicycle. Then, in the summer of 2002, I repeatedly find myself confronted with an inability to make even minor decisions. In the first instance, I am standing in my kitchen about 10 feet from the couch in the family room. Feeling very tired, I thought I should lie down. But I cannot decide to walk the 10 feet to the couch. For a moment I am wrestling with the thought of what to do. And then, I simply let myself drop onto the slate floor to lie down where I instantly fall asleep.
