After my earlier proclamation that I rarely experience seizures anymore, I obviously managed to jinx myself.
Yesterday, I managed to have two seizures in one day. One, a milder absence seizure while at work. A bit of confusion and momentary inability to read the page in front of me.
This was later followed by a full-on complete brain meltdown while out and about looking for a new apartment. I now have a roughly two-hour gap in my memory from yesterday evening, with only a few fleeting images left behind.
Thankfully I wasn’t alone and my wonderful other half got me home in one piece. But if it had happened just 30mins earlier, I would have been all alone, wandering around Canary Wharf like a lost child. Unable to speak, read or recognise my surroundings.
I don’t remember a single thing about the apartment I went to see, nor do I remember how we got home (DLR allegedly) or even getting into bed. The estate agent must have thought I was either on crack or just very, very thick.
But we all know what I think of estate agents, so…
Straight to bed to sleep it off, but still felt like absolute death this morning. All of the symptoms of a massive hangover, with none of the fun getting one in the first place.
Not a single jot of fun, actually. Today at work wasn’t much of a barrel of laughs as a result. Tonight’s Valentine’s Day dinner plans have been shelved as I could go asleep right now and just can’t face the noise of a restaurant.
Yeah, poor me. But I’ll be fine by tomorrow morning.
Epilepsy: it’s a pain in the arse.
(Hmmm. Catchy. I should copyright that before someone else does!)