Oddly Anonymous

To a certain extent, I want to protect my identity at the moment. Likewise, I want those who know me personally to not know about these changes I write about here.

Trying to keep this blog hidden from my family and friends has not been easy. It's often difficult to find time to write posts. "Babe, what are you doing?", my wife will ask from across the room. I'll respond with whatever I heard on the news that day... "Huh, just reading an article about some window washer that survived a fall from 47 stories."

With all the anonymity I suppose it almost seems counter-intuitive to write about everything on the world-wide web. I guess a part of me just really wants to tell someone. And maybe I'm not alone. Maybe someone can explain what's going on. Was this really caused by that trip to the silo?

I've tried to do some research on my "condition" (FYI, I now use Rock Quotes as suggested by Dane Cook). There's also been some recent news about some pretty incredible feats that caught my attention.

Alcides Moreno, a window washer in New York, fell 47 stories when his scaffolding collapsed. Moreno survived and was released from the hospital for rehab six weeks after his fall. His brother,Edgar, was working with Alcides at the time, but did not survive the fall.

There have also been stories of babies with a genetic mutation known as myostatin-related muscle hypertrophy. This genetic mutation results in above average growth of skeletal muscles, incredible strength, a warp-speed metabolism and minimal body fat.

I have found only two such cases. The first was of a German boy born in Germany in 2000. His mother was apparently a professional sprinter. The boy's identity, along with the rest of the family, was kept confidential, though a photo was released of the muscle development of the boy's legs at just 7 months.

The second case was of a boy named Liam Hoekstra. Oddly enough, Liam is also of German decent, but was adopted by an American couple living in Michigan. Liam was apparently so strong that at 5 months he could hold himself in an Iron Cross, a gymnastics move in which a male athlete suspends himself by his arms between two hanging rings, forming the shape of a cross.

I'm not sure I can compare myself to the German boys. I never displayed such strength when I was younger. Only now am I seeing such a rapid transformation in my strength and other oddities.

This past week I discovered an increased sensitivity with my five senses. It was most apparent during an interview. I was sitting in on an interview as a witness while an investigator questioned a woman in regards to suspicion of theft. For the most part, I was just taking notes. Just about every time the woman denied stealing the cash, I could almost feel and hear her pulse increase. It was as if the increased tense and speed of her pulse were literally vibrating the air to such a degree that I could detect it from across the room. The woman eventually confessed to the theft.

Fortunately, the sensitivity doesn't have an affect on my pain threshold. For example, I can hear soft sounds much better, but loud sounds don't seem to cause more pain than before.

AM: Dunkin Donuts, Cream/Sugar