My ability to speak has returned

Did I recover from an unknown disease or am I just better off living alone?

Ever since I moved out of the old age retirement home in March of 2021, I have been experiencing recovery from an unknown disease. My tongue was getting tied and I thought maybe I was dying of myasthenia gravis. It was getting difficult for me to swallow. I wasn’t afraid of dying but I was panicked at not being able to swallow when I wanted to.

Then at some point a miracle occurred. Without realizing it, my tongue was no longer tripping over itself. Now I can speak properly again. Perhaps it was not really an autoimmune disorder. Maybe I was suffering from the stress of over socialization from living in a large senior citizen community.

I got lazy

In all honesty, moving into that retirement home was a big mistake on my part. I am lazy and I didn’t want to cook or clean anymore. The good news is that I got to ride out the first year of total isolation exercising and galivanting on a 33 acre former citrus orchard in Covina, California. My food and snacks were delivered to my door 3 or 4 times a day by smiling professional caretakers. It was luxury. I miss the service but I do not miss hot, smoggy, provincial Covina.

Beach Bummer

I was sitting in my Covina apartment mesmerized by local news footage of the totally deserted beaches during the 2020 summer of sheltering in place. Then in the summer of 2021, I was living 5 miles from those very same beaches and I ran wild on them. I feel much better living as a free man in my own city view apartment. I could live anywhere in California and I choose to live in West L.A. I could rent a small house in my home town in the hot, dry San Fernando Valley with a yard for a German shepherd, but I have already been there and done that. My whole live I wanted to live right where I am at, in the cool moist ocean air.

The pandemic created a renter’s market in urban Los Angeles

My life was never negatively affected by the pandemic. In fact, Covid only made my life better. One of the main reasons I decided to move out of the retirement home in March of 2021 is because it was a renter’s market in my favorite West Los Angeles neighborhood.

I have been healed by love

Living in the most iconic blue state I am inspired by my neighbors to speak up about my recovery from an unknown disease.

By Dean McAdams

Born a poor peckerwood in a Tujunga holler, Dean overeducated himself beyond his social station to end up a retired paralegal in the coastal paradise of West L.A.