Thursday morning, 1AM. I had a seizure.
The days after having a seizure are always rather depressing. I hide it well, but my brain is in turmoil. I’m confused and frustrated and pissed off. Eight years ago I was told that my seizures would likely stop on their own in my early 20s. I was starting to think that I would be confident getting my drivers license back. Be confident travelling on my own. Maybe someday not be dependent on my medication. Not be nervous about the difficulties Denis and I might experience when we try to start a family.
Half of my tongue is swollen and I sound like a moron when I talk. Yesterday my head hurt too much to do, well, anything. Seizures suck. I’m lucky to have someone who takes care of me and knows what to do when it happens.
Den commented once that he would be interested in experiencing a seizure so he could understand what it feels like for me. As much as I appreciate what he meant, I wouldn’t wish seizures on anyone. There’s not much to feel except really shitty afterwards.















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