I&#x27;m so much the other way that it&#x27;s scary, because it&#x27;s a
vulnerability, one I didn&#x27;t know about until it happened.<p>Musical&#x2F;artistic family, multi-talented all around me. I&#x27;d keep my suburban-bicycled paper-route from getting boring by playing back in my head music I&#x27;d heard and liked. Stumbled into hardware, then software, as something I could do and do well and get paid to do it. Whatever it was I was doing -- songwriting, drawing, carving, circuitry, code -- I visualized&#x2F;audialized it first, working it out on the sketchpad viewscreen of my mind before committing the work to physical fact.<p>And then I found out how easily the whole thing could be shut down. Stressed-out bowstring-taut -- pending divorce,
single-parenting, work stresses -- and it was enough to let
staph take hold, in my elbow of all places -- and suddenly the ibuprofen didn&#x27;t keep the fevers down and my visualization got fevered and dissolved away and <i>I couldn&#x27;t code</i>, couldn&#x27;t create, because I couldn&#x27;t visualize, until the antibiotics finished killing off the infection.<p>Anybody else gone through this?