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Virtual Lions, Tigers & Bears…Oh My! 🦁🐯🐻

The Dystonia Medical Research Foundation is packing September 12 with virtual fun to help us come together while keeping our distance! Gather with the Dystonia community for a special day raising awareness of Dystonia and funds for a cure. You’ll find a range of activities for everyone, from a Yoga Class to a special Zookeeper Talk to our very own Scavenger Hunt to a Costume Extravaganza!

Best of all, you can register free of charge – though you’ll want to purchase a Virtual Zoo Day tee shirt or even a “Family Pack” to fully join in the celebration. Visit www.letszoothis.swell.gives to find opportunities to register, purchase t-shirts and family packs, donate, and become a ZooGooder.

🦓 🐪 🦍 🐫 🐘 🦒 🦛 🦘 🦏 🐆 🐃 🐅

#LetsZooThis

🦓 🐪 🦍 🐫 🐘 🦒 🦛 🦘 🦏 🐆 🐃 🐅

Date:  Saturday, September 12, 2020

Time:  12:00pm EST

Link:  www.letszoothis.swell.gives

Whodunit: The Misadventures Of My Mutant Ninja Protein

Too often, I find myself apologetic over hurdles that come with Dystonia: I’m sorry it’s difficult to understand me…I can’t walk across the park…I need more time to finish this form. Worse are the silent apologies I make to myself. Why do I perpetually raise excuses for my condition as if responsibility for this annoying hoopla falls squarely on my shoulders? I possess greater control over my runaway temper than my speech or my stride. Dystonia arrived as an intruder on my doorstep, robbing me of some of my dearest possessions: clear speech, even gait, smooth handwriting, contraction-free enjoyment of life.

16542915_sThe perpetrators of this medical crime lurk deep inside my brain committing all kinds of chemical mischief. I’ve participated in a bunch of “line-ups” – ironically, I’m the one who’s scrutinized – but while a culprit surfaces in a blood test, the actus reus can’t be captured in a pretty picture and my “head shots” are dead-end streets. We know Mr. DYT1, my uninvited houseguest, orchestrates a mutant ninja protein – Torsin A – who’s ostensibly a key player in a conspiracy of neurological proportion involving a perplexing hoist of my brain with a modus operandi stumping even the most seasoned investigators. To complicate matters, a host of suspect genes orchestrating their own villainous behaviors are implicated in different forms of Dystonia.

On the bright side, I function as my own “neighborhood patrol,” doing my best to combat an ongoing bodily offense. I undertake every effort to keep the crime labs busy, proffering skin and blood samples, funky PET scans, functional MRIs…accompanied by eyewitness accounts of the damage inflicted on my landscape. Meanwhile, I remain a walking crime scene apologizing for acts I can’t explain. Perhaps my amends are best bestowed on the objects of my temper…