My Imaginary Friend

When I was a little tiny thing, small enough to fit in the kitchen sink, I had an imaginary friend. I don't know where this friend came from, how long he was around, or what he and I did together but according to my family I spoke of him often. I wonder if this made my little brother jealous. Knowing my brother, probably not. The only thing I do remember is one day when my grandmother was washing my hair she asked where Sobo was. Yep, my friend's name was Sobo. I'm very creative. Anyway, I recall looking around and not seeing him so I said "He's gone." That's it. My entire memory consists of that brief moment of looking around for an imaginary friend that looks just like my brother and not seeing him so he must be gone. To this day my grandmother believes that imaginary friend is my spirit guide and still with me every step through life. A spirit guide is sort of a guardian angel. The more I think about the situation I think maybe I was looking for my brother and Sobo was my nickname for him. Maybe I never had an imaginary friend. I just talked to my brother whether or not he was there. OR maybe it's the Demon (see labels) I spoke of in previous posts! Whoa, I think I might be on to something. Maybe I've just been a loon since birth.

Release the Demons

So I was permitted to partake in some recording of standards with some lovely jazz musicians last Saturday eve. It was a total slap in the face to realize how much I have lost in the period I have gone without work or training. Very upsetting. I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do about that yet.

Today I went to the Neurologist. He is a delightful little old man with intelligent eyes and a bow tie. I heart him. Basically we just went over my problems and my tests. According to everything I am fine but now I get to take more tests. Yay. The interesting part is that he asked me to talk to my mother about my behavior as an infant whenever I had a fever. Stuff like, did I pass out or shake. She says no but then informed me that as a toddler I would go into a sort of sleep walk state where my eyes were open but I didn't seem to be conscious of my surroundings or I thought I was somewhere else. If you want to know what I think, I think I'm possessed.