Saturday, September 28, 2013

Sexual Inappropriateness

* I run a private FTD Patient Support Group on Facebook. It is open to those with a firm FTD diagnosis. The support group is a place where those with FTD can gather in a positive environment and realize there not alone. It's also a source of accurate information which is rare in the quick changing world of FTD. The director of AFTD, Sharon Denny is a permanent guest member. AFTD has been kind enough to open up there medical board to answer member questions. Please email me at to join.

Sex and FTD'ers. Some FTD'ers lose total interest in sex. Others become hypersexual. 
Hypersexuality is a common symptom many of us suffer from. Sort of drives a husband, wife or loved one crazy. Not only do we become sex starved, but our sexual wants and desires come in the way of inappropriate comments, jokes and remarks. Sex in a relationship can also go from normal to nil. Could be FTD or the medications. FTD'ers can become compulsive masturbators or addicted to porn. Hypersexuality will come out from different outlets. Caregivers best leave the safe one's, rather than risk it coming out in an the way of prostitution etc.  

I had a healthy sexual relationship before FTD. When I became symptomatic and misdiagnosed as bipolar, the medications shrank my sexual desires to nil. Was sexless for years. Let me rephrase that. Me and my partner were sexless for years. Didn't bother me. I was in a medically induced fog  shuffling my feet and drooling on myself according to friends. Up to 17 pills a day will do that to you. One of the many losses in what was an incredible relationship. Lost my soulmate to FTD. Now I have the libido of a 16 year old and a mouth of a drunken sailor. Blessing and a curse.

In the revolving door of smorgasbord FTD symptoms I've been going through the hypersexual one again. It's unfortunately manifesting itself in my emails, groups and messaging. 

I can't explain how hard it is not going through things in real time. If I think a girl is beautiful, I tell her. If she's got a great body, I tell her. Doesn't matter if she's married or single. It can be in the way of a sexual connotation, joke or remark. Actually apologized to members of my own FTD Support Group for making passes at some of the members. One wrote me back laughing because she'd made a strong pass at me when she was going through the same thing. I knew it and ignored it back then. Another said she made a pass at me over a year ago. Didn't even know her then, but I remember. I remember she was married and didn't think FTD hypersexuality. Just ignored it. 

Have sexual inappropriate remarks flowing freely from my FTD mouth here in Scottsdale, specifically remarks with sexual connotations. Usually remarks about yoga/gym outfits and how bodies fit in them. I'm sorry, but these butt, body conforming outfits of 2013 are to much for man or FTD'er to ignore. There usually younger girls 20's-30's. A remark gets me a smile and some talk or a "cold look" and then ignored if they happen to be sitting next to me. I don't care what I said, I'm just pissed off that I've been silenced and can't banter. Tough for me to be silenced under any circumstances. This is probably justice for me with my FTD. 

I carry  (click) AFTD -Awareness Cards (get out of jail free cards) for real trouble, but this has yet to happen. AFTD makes specific cards for both FTD'ers and caregivers. I suggest both carry them. I've handed them out of necessity maybe 5-6 times. 

Actually handed one out for a different reason just recently. Was on line at Starbucks to get a Hummus plate. Huge line. Finally said fuck this. I was hungry. Just sat down and started eating. While I was eating I was approached by a Starbucks worker about paying. Got up and paid. Handed him my "Awareness" card and told him I've FTD, a rare form of dementia that effects behavior and language. He said, "Oh, you forgot to pay" to which I retorted, "No, just didn't think about it or give a shit. I was hungry and left the line". "That's the disease". I could of  expounded how they have six workers behind the counter. One working the line of customers and the other five handling the drive thru. But I was hungry and didn't have time or patience for this bullshit. Sat, ate and went back to my FTD work.

Was talking FTD to an actor and his wife the other night. He was one of the original "Ninja Mutant Turtles". He was about 5'0 tall and his blond nordic wife was about 6'0 tall. He's one of the worlds top karate experts and a hilarious guy. What a wonderful couple. Not sure if he got FTD, but loved my FTD awareness cards and wanted them to hand out.

Lately I've been deeply troubled because I've been making these inappropriate remarks to new applicants and members of my support group. I'm truly sickened by my own actions. Have no idea I'm doing it at the time. Have also been doing it to caregivers. It can be as simple as saying how incredibly beautiful a woman is or how fit she is. To me, "Howard Glick" this is so inappropriate when someone is reaching out for help. I fucking hate I do this and can't stop. 

I'm now making this a public apology to all I might've offended. Everyone knows it's the disease and not me.

Have even thought of stepping down from running my support group but that got overwhelmingly rejected by the upper echelon.

There are so many ugly faces to FTD. We with the disease fight, fight and fight the symptoms with or without medications. I take NO meds and fight this battle within my capabilities. Taking mind altering drugs for an altered mind makes no sense to me. My choice and I'd rather live a drug free life and let all of you, see FTD's ugly fucking face ugly uninhibited face. To me FTD stands for: Fuck This Disease!!!

"I'm aware that I'm not aware"

Coined that phrase a while back. Still holds true for many of us FTD patients. We're not operating in real time. Events are happening and our brains aren't really processing what's going on at the time. We then say, act or do something stupid or we default to silence. Later it's the catch up game, when we realize what's happened. That's if we're aware. Some are and some aren't. Usually to late to go back and explain. You also cannot redo history. Things happen and we go deeper into our hole. People don't get us and it's tough even for us to keep up and figure out our actions.

Each of us FTD'ers has a different degree of awareness. For those on the outside looking in, increase your patience and understanding. 

Someone I know at Starbucks boyfriend/friend just died. 40ish. Went for basic kidney surgery, went home and died 2 days later from infection due to the surgery. She gave away all his things. I'm happy to have a dinning room table.

Life sucks for all in FTD World, but we're alive and have choices. You can live miserably and depressed about what's happening or you can take charge. "Fuck FTD". Go take a fucked up situation and make the best possible life for me and the people around me. I'm going to fight every single day to make myself a good life.

Happiness doesn't just show up on your doorstep, you have to fight every day for it.


Thursday, September 26, 2013

Food for Thought.

Hi Everyone, 
AFTD is having Food for thought events around the country to help spread awareness and raise funds for ultimately finding a cure for FTD.  Please check for and attend events in your area. I will be attending the Arizona, Cave Creek event. 

FfTlogoAttend a Food for Thought Event Near You!: During the first week of October (September 29 – October 6), AFTD supporters across the country and Canada will take part in a first-ever collective awareness-raising campaign called Food for Thought.  It’s going to be a big week, chock full of grassroots events in big and small towns alike.  Click on the region of the country where you live to find out what’s happening and how you can support this campaign!


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Check out this great Food for Thought event happening in the Grand Canyon State!  
    Cheryl Johnson is hosting a breakfast buffet at Buffalo Chip Saloon in Cave Creek, AZ on
Sunday, October 6, from 10:30 a.m. - 1 p.m.
Walk-ins are welcome, but reservations
are preferred.

Your support of Food for Thought is very much appreciated!

Radnor Station Building #2, Suite 320
290 King of Prussia Road
Radnor, Pennsylvania 19087



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Tuesday, September 24, 2013

FTD Memory and Choking

* I run a private FTD Patient Support Group on Facebook. It is open to those with a firm FTD diagnosis. The support group is a place where those with FTD can gather in a positive environment and realize there not alone. It's also a source of accurate information which is rare in the quick changing world of FTD. The director of AFTD, Sharon Denny is a permanent guest member. AFTD has been kind enough to open up there medical board to answer member questions. Please email me at to join.

Forcing myself out every morning early and spending most of the day and early evening outside. Usually go home for a 2-3 hours in the middle of the day. Hey, it's working.

Sunday I went to the sports bar Zipps to watch football. Ear plugs in, I was set. I only make to about half time. Just a bit to much stimulation. Didn't really care for any of the games on, so I wasn't really paying attention anyway. I was wearing my Seattle Seahawks jersey which was causing me all sorts of problems. All day long people were making comments to me. Go Hawks and various sayings and signals All day long I thought they were people I've met  and forgot. Kept looking in people trying to figure out if I know them or not. Memory impairment can be a bitch. Was thinking of getting a NY Jets jersey earlier in the day. $100.00 Nope, can't afford to contribute to pay for the 20 million a year salary for people to play catch. Then I was thinking of a NY Jets t-shirt. Now after a day of me trying to figure out if I knew every Tom, Dick and Harriet I doubt I'll ever wear the Seattle Seahawks jersey or any jersey. Might even retire my Yankee hat. I'm hoping of my "face" memory issues is because I'm new here and meeting so many people I can't keep up. Sounds good.

*One thing that was successful for me back in NYC was whenever I went to a friends house for a football game or holiday, I always made sure there was a "quiet room" available. A room where I could duck out at any time to rest and get my wits about me when overwhelmed.

One thing I didn't do at the Sports Bar was order the double burger special for $6.50 with onion rings. Still trying to de-walrus myself. Instead I ordered a chicken sandwich. Well, I had issues. I couldn't regulate the bites and was taking to large of bites. In fact, I wasn't choking, but on the verge. Actually, sort of on the verge but having problems breathing. Guess there's a word for that, choking. Hard to chew since I had so much food in my mouth. I know I do this quite a bit, but this was a large piece of hard fried chicken boob and was really scratching my throat up. When I took the next bite the same thing happened. When I eat cheerios I know I shovel the food in even before the mild soaks in. Swallow spoon fills  whole as well. I know choking and food issues come later on with FTD. Decided to Post about it to the FTD Patient Support Group. Yes, There is a consensus of this happening to to many of us is all sorts of stages. Guess later is now. Many of us shovel to much food into our traps and eat way to quickly. Lovely disease FTD, any takers?

Sitting across from my Starbucks buddy I'm typing and people watching. Watching "people's" of the feline persuasion. So I discriminate. In she walked, beautiful and breathtaking with an aura that has the world take a glance and smile. To me, there's beauty and then there's an inner quality that shines through in some. Don't see the physical matched with the spirit to often. We've all seen them. There existence makes the world a better place. Yep, full package. Beauty, body and a sparkling effervescence. Just seeing her stroll by made my morning. 

Of course this is FTD so we're now journeying from the sublime to the surreal. The walk-by never happened. She stopped, looked down and lit up a engaging smile. "Hi Howard". I knocked my coffee over. We went into a conversation of catch up with her asking me if I've found success in finding other speaking engagements. She also introduced me to her elder father. 

There happened to be one problem. I had absolutely zero recollection of ever having had met her. Yes, she looked familiar but I'd never had contact. When and how many times I spoke with her I've no idea. She'd also been effectively become FTD aware. We talked for a couple and then she took a table with her elder statesman like dad. 

I will remember her next time. My buddy who I hang out with was a bit startled. He's partially FTD educated, but was a bit taken aback I didn't remember. Told him FTD is a smorgasbord of revolving symptoms, swiss cheese memory being one of them.

He told me that I sat across from her a few weeks ago and had a full conversation. Even identified the chairs we were sitting in. 

This was a momentary ruffle in my FTD universe. Okay Howard, today we  introspect memory impairment. It hit me, Deja Vu, 2 years ago in the Monkey Room bar in NY. An exotic John Lennon sunglass laden stylish European planted a lengthy kiss on my lips, flashed a similar engaging smile, "Hi Howard". Had no clue then either. Okay normal FTD shit and I'm fine. Just another hiccup.


Saturday, September 21, 2013

Time to Live

License Update: Received notice from NYS DMV. They actually returned my $300 certified check. A letter explained the 1978 case of me driving an uninsured vehicle was now terminated. Reason, a new case was being put together against HGFTD. I can't get into details because it's now a legal matter, but the end results are: New Arizona Drivers License

One pic - misdiagnosed in a medically induced fog.
One pic - diagnosed bvFTD and on no meds.
Can you guess which is which?

Got a new Arizona Drivers License and my $300 back. 

Below you'll find a message I left for the FTD Patient Support Group. Following much positive feedback I've decided to post it here for FTD'ers and everyone else.

Everyone in this group is fierce or you wouldn't be here. We all have a shock and a mourning period we go through. We get sick, then we get misdiagnosed, then we find out we have an incurable, untreatable and unstoppable disease. Then there's the finality of getting disability knowing we will never work again. Many don't ever recover. 

This is the point that we get up and fight. Anyone can get sick and decline. Anyone can get sick, decline and keep living life. All of us have talents, if not find them. We all can make a meaningful contribution to society and humanity. That has to be the focus we return to after we throw up after the shock wears off. We get up and we continue on. Fuck the pain and fuck losing your mind. We all have so much to offer. Plenty of time to rest after we're dead. Nows the time to live, not die.

Literally losing your mind to FTD is a different type of illness. For most the beginning and middle stages are devoid of anything that would make us feel physically ill. No pain like cancer, no arthritis, cane, braces or medications needed. 

Most of us never knew what hit us. Me, I used to fly 120 flights a year and manage businesses. Never had a clue what hit me. I look back now and businesses that I visited every few months must have thought I was having a bad day. 17 year track record with regular promotions and not a blemish. I still remember clearly running into my best buddy from business in some far away city. He told me never to call or speak to him again. I was shocked. I left work on disability and was called regularly for years by friends and HR to see if I was okay and when I'd be returning. I never returned a call. I had no idea what was going on. Kept expecting that magic pill, shock or operation would cure me.

I became aggressive breaking cell phones and losing my temper. People who knew me were shocked. Who was I. I was me and nothing changed, but everything had changed. What a strange dichotomy.

Who is Howard Glick now. I'm a guy whose has FTD. I'm a guy that thought I'd be dead by now.  I feel corny in saying it, but I've dedicated the remainder of this life to serving mankind. Don't know how to express that verbally without sounding like an asshole, but that's what I do. From morning to night, my day consists of FTD awareness and projects. 

3 years ago I hit rock bottom. Overdose suicide attempt with 4 days in a coma. Then losing my soulmate and finding out  two weeks later I had FTD and needed to make my "end of life" plans.

Barely surviving a "suicide attempt" only to be told to make my "end of life" plans. Irony

Went bankrupt, on SSDI and can never work the career I loved again. Unum, my long term disability company, weaseled out of paying me my benefits even though scans proved I had FTD while being covered. Some friends ran for the hills. My kids thought I was nuts. Cancer and heart disease. Losses, losses and more losses. I'm different but still here. People then treat you different, like a child. Your life consists of social services and waiting to die. 

Everyone got there violins out now. Screw the violins and the (((()))) hugs signs. Don't want them or need them. Don't care that my fridge is empty or I've not a table or chair in my apartment. I've a life to live and I'm living it. Can't be concerned with the bullshit minutia of everyday life. FTD is progressing and it's reality has me constantly falling back to regroup, then moving forward. I'm on the clock. 

I push hard and don't back down for an instant. Each time we slow down, FTD makes it harder to get up and going again. Sucks the motivation and life out of us. Each time we find ourselves in bed at 3pm, it's harder to get out of bed and then fight the depression that accompanies the sluggish slow down. Me, I'm charging ahead up and out all morning and most of the day into the evening. Screwed up my routine this morning and didn't brush my teeth. Was dressed and laptop backpack on. Realized it when I was about to go out the door. Frozen I didn't know what to do. I'm normally undressed when I brush my teeth and now I'm dressed. If I skip it I might never brush them again. Teeth are the only thing in life that if you forget about them, they just go away. Already back down to once a day brushing. If I undressed and brushed them I might wind up back in back bed and not make it out the door. Stood in paralysis. Then undressed, brushed, dressed and here I am typing at Starbucks.

*A woman just came up to me and asked me how "Howard's Brain" is going. Told her fine. Guess I lost my poker face. She asked if I remembered sitting with her and her 3 friends. Oh yea. She left and I turned to my buddy. Told him I lied and he said he knew and understood. This is a frequent happening. 
The chicken or the egg? At this point in life, I couldn't give a shit about remembering the person, but the FTD awareness she and her 3 friends have might save someone else 6 years of misdiagnosis hell. I would like to keep my teeth though :-)

Had a call from my Israeli group member. M contacted a rabbi here in Scottsdale, AZ to get me some help. Was shocked to get a call. Had a good 30-45 min conversation. Real life, couldn't give a rats ass about my empty fridge or nothing on the wall. What I need help with is getting my work  organized so I can be more productive. That's what's important to me now.

BTW- my chest pains have subsided. Might've gone away with the 22 pounds I've lost since leaving NYC. Don't worry, not starving. Just eating rabbit food.


Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Bad Docs


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* I run a private FTD Patient Support Group on Facebook. It is open to those with a firm FTD diagnosis. The support group is a place where those with FTD can gather in a positive environment and realize there not alone. It's also a source of accurate information which is rare in the quick changing world of FTD. The director of AFTD, Sharon Denny is a permanent guest member. AFTD has been kind enough to open up there medical board to answer member questions. Please email me at to join.

Well, did exactly what I tell everyone not to do. I needed a doc and didn't follow my own proper laid out procedures of success. Instead of seeking the best and the brightest, I went for the quick fix from the health provider list. I switched my insurance to a Phoenix plan.  Figured I'd just get a local doc for a cursory check and a cardiologist referral to make sure I don't check out anytime soon. Have been getting weird chest pains and needed to check it out. Haven't had time or motivation to deal with this so time has crept by.

 My new neighborhood. A bit different than Manhattan

My health provider, United Health called me and told me they wanted to send a nurse over to check me out. Ugh. Had one of those visit me in NYC.  That didn't go to well. Idiot nurse came to my NY apartment with a spanish translator. I'm not sure what her native language was, but she needed an English translator as well. This was when I was a novice FTD'er. I tried to be pleasant and couldn't understand a fucking thing she said. Had just gotten out of the hospital for my cancer operation and she changed the bandages. We then went into FTD. I tried to explain I suffer from a rare type of dementia called FTD. She then went into her broken english tirade. "I smart person. I have masters. I know dementia, you no dementia".  I then in perfect english told idiot nurse and her translator to  pick up there shit and get the fuck out of my apartment.

When United said they wanted to send a nurse, I was a millisecond from retorting fuck no. Yea, but have these chest pains and my friend Sharon has been bugging me constantly to get checked out. Made the date and put together a plan. Turned out Mary Ann was incredibly pleasant. About 60, close to retiring with the perfect disposition. She heard of Pick's, but never FTD and never met an FTD patient. Of course I already planned for her to see the "Howard's Brain" trailer and get the whole FTD schpeil. Sorry, Howard's place, Howard's Brain, Howard's rules. She was very interested and wanted to see and hear everything. Was going to have her help me with the application for Banner Memory Center here, but forgot :-) How ironic. She was attentive, sweet, intelligent and caring. She did a full check up on me and heard my concerns about the chest pains. She offered to help me find a doc and make an appt. No, I'd effectively tired myself out with my schpeil was tired and ready for her to leave. Rest time. Only problem is Mary Ann refused to leave. Mary Ann actually spent the time walking me through the process of finding a doc through there website. Then having me call to make that doc my primary and make an appointment. It took a long time but she was resilient to my FTDness and hung in there. We got a doc in the area picked out, called and did the beauracratic phone hold, transfer, press this fucking number and that fucking number thing. Finally had a humanoid on the line who asked me all the same questions the recording did. Mary Ann wouldn't go till I had an appointment. Finally after what seemed forever I was told the next appt. was in December.

We both had enough. I promised Mary Ann I would find a doc, now that I had the web page highlighted. She actually called me the next day to follow up. It's a little different here in Arizona than NYC. I did find someone less than half a mile away and made an appointment.

Whew, getting tired now. It's 9:54am and am fading. The receptionist and front desk people at the docs office helped me fill out the myriad of paperwork. Couldn't find the box to check off Frontotemporal Dementia on the sickness page. What a shocker. Put in LARGE letters in the "other" box Frontotemporal Dementia on the bottom of the page.

Met doc F who was extremely serious and hard nosed. Doc F scanned my paperwork and he asked me about my heart history. He didn't think my chest pain was heart related, relief. Then he told me there was a problem with my medications and he was going to change them. There was some sort of dangerous mix. The only meds I take are for blood pressure, cholesterol etc. I was shocked. Thank God I came in. This doc caught this in a minute. Man was I lucky. He caught a problem that my cardiologist, Dr. Jacques Merabb inadvertently caused. I asked if he could recommend a Cardiologist. Nope, I was fine seeing him and didn't need one. Huh, my trouble radar started to ping. Told him my cardiologist was also my GP in NY and he prescribed my heart meds. He then asked where in New York, Upstate? Dr. F asked with an arrogant tone. No, Columbia in NYC. Ping, Ping. Dr F asked what the VNS - Vagus Nerve Stimulator was for. I explained I was misdiagnosed as bipolar and this was to try and regulate it. It never worked because I was misdiagnosed. Told him I used to be on up to 17 pills a day. Dr. F didn't know what a VNS device was, nor was he interested. Ping, Ping, Ping. I then brought up FTD. He knew it was a rarer type of dementia. No interest in knowing anything about FTD, it's symptoms or effects on me. Yes, but Dr. F found a bad mix of medicines. 

I was a bit shellshocked. I have FTD and don't really follow things in real time. Couldn't really follow the events intellectually that were happening with Doc F. This is common with us FTD'ers. Things that happen hits us "after the fact" and we figure it out later. Not easy figuring things out partially brained. Had blood drawn and made an appointment for a few days later. I asked on the way out if Dr. F was always that cold and gruff. Yes, he was a career military doc. That's the only reason I'm not using his name now. Being a veteran (Israeli army) and american patriot, I have a deep respect for people that dedicate themselves to national service. Realistically, Dr. F  Should have stayed in the military or become a mortician. Still though, he knew his medications and saved my ass. 

It was in the middle of the night the radar pinging went off with an alarming shrill, torpedo hit the ship and it immediately sank. Boom. I realized Dr. F was nothing but an egotistical, arrogant idiot and a lousy doctor. Here he is playing savior saying my meds are wrong, I don't need a cardiologist and trying to poke fun at me and Dr. Merabb. He never asked if I had a neurologist for FTD or needed one. 

One of the reasons I'm doing so well is the time, effort and research docs and check there history. 

Dr. Jacques Merabb - MIT, then Harvard Medical School - Resident Cardiologist at Columbia University Center and Medical School since the 1980's and has won multiple awards. Columbia is known to have one of the best, if not the best Cardiac treatment centers in the world. Dr. Merabb saved my life. Went to see him about chest pains and got me treated correctly with surgery and 3 stents. He's my GP and Cardiologist. Dr. Jacques Merabb is a great doctor. I know there's absolutely nothing wrong with my meds.

I called Dr. F office the next day. Told the receptionist that I found Dr. F to be an incompetent, arrogant asshole. Please tell him for me he's fired.

Yes, I've FTD. Yes, things get tougher. Yes, I need to work harder. Yes, I've the will and will. I had the best possible docs in the world for Team Howard in NYC. One of the reasons I'm doing so well. Will do the same in Arizona.

How many or you check references of a plumber or electrician. How many check references, medical schools and complaints of the person in charge of your health or brain?

My friend Brandt once told me a joke. What is the special name given to a doctor who finishes at the bottom of the class in Medical School? The answer: Doctor.