
The porcupines were burrowing under my skin again. At least, that’s what it felt like at 2 a.m. on September 10, 1997… and September 11… and September 12… and… well, you get the picture. It wasn’t a pretty one. Especially when I didn’t know what the heck was wrong with me, so you can add fear of the unknown to it all, which of course made the discomfort worse.