I used to call it the Nick factor, the way that if anything could possibly go wrong with almost anything you care to name, it would do.
And with complex conditions like Huntington's, there are so many factors - not just the physical symptoms which we all know are horrible and many, but the mental and cognitive and social and financial and all the other knock-ons that simply don't fit so easily into a simple category of "illness".
As is often the way, I came back from a lovely weekend away to a whole deluge of new crises.
There’s no record of any concerns in their daily log, and there’s not even the standard issue body map diagram showing which areas to be aware of.
Thank goodness he wasn't hurt. It's the only thing he can easily sit on for long though, and the spare armchair is creaking dangerously with every shudder and kick, only made worse by the fact that he is so uncomfortable there.
And there'sa worrying message on Nick's phone from his bank about low funds, and looking at his online banking it transpires that there have been three lots of £98 debited from his account by the council. Whaaaa?!!!? Thanks to his housing benefit and various exemptions, it's supposed to be under a tenner.
A bit of researching reveals that the housing benefit department and the rent department are not even both part of the local authority. One of them is a privately contracted company and communications are generated by numerical calculations rather than people and words.
Holy Moly. It’s not quite Gilead, but we’re definitely in Terry Gilliam Brazil territory.
And after four more phone calls I found a mole at the council who told me to call Nick's bank and request an immediate refund under the Direct Debit indemnity clause. And indeed, as the debit agreement was for a stated weekly amount and this wasn't it and there had been no authority to change it, they didn't bat an eyelid and put the money back into his account straight away.
I've checked the hearing aid and he had somehow, heroically, put in a new battery himself but not had the dexterity to remove the little orange sticker on the back so it wasn't activated. Simple thing to fix.
But this is Huntington's. It's not only the awful jerking and spasming and losing the ability to swallow. It's not only the memory loss and the mood changes and the accidents and the super-strength. The addictions and the obsessions and the reckless spending and the dental problems and the over-heating. There are so many threads that all seem to wind and unravel together that it takes your breath away. If you're not careful it can take over your own life, too.