9/27 I, too, now have a stately assortment of medications sitting on the table in front of me, among the laptops, tablets, head phones, and power adapters. Two seizure drugs, because my neurologist says that we must, above all, prevent me from getting another seizure, which would likely turn into a cluster, and even status, with potentially devastating effects. Something anti-inflammatory to help my shoulder recover from its injury. Two sleep helpers. And something generic against pain. – I begin not to see them so much as potions anymore designed to fix something, but as external glands, a kind of chemical exoskeleton, a mutation that turns us into something that extends being human by just a little bit.