First of all, thanks to everyone who commented here and at WordPress on my blog post regarding my nuisance neighbors. Not one of you told me I was being unreasonable. I appreciate that!
Some of you know that I’m epileptic, the result of a brain injury when I was a teenager. I was hit by a rock thrown by a bunch of unruly kids throwing them at each other in the street outside our house. Is it any wonder I can’t tolerate bratty kids?
I don’t have grand mal seizures. What I have is a little difficult to describe. I think Collin said it best earlier this evening: my brain rebooted. In the middle of a conversation, I just stopped responding. He says it lasted for a couple of minutes. I remember feeling confused afterward, like I had missed something. I remember having a headache for a few days before, and feeling exhausted afterward. I’m not allowed to drive or do things like cook (except with a microwave or crock pot) or even take a bath when I’m alone. Showering is okay. I guess the possibility of doing a faceplant in the bathroom floor is no big deal.
I’m not surprised it happened. Stress tends to trigger seizures, and the past few weeks have indeed been stressful. In addition to dealing with my idiot neighbors, I’ve been adjusting to Collin’s new work schedule and my own. Thanks to Stephannie and Ruth at The Self-Published Authors Lounge, I think I’ve found a routine I can love.
But getting back to the events of this evening…when I didn’t get online at the usual time, William got worried. He didn’t know Collin was home, so he contacted my friend Carole, my pastor’s wife. She phoned me to see if I was all right. She said she could tell I was, because I was funny.
William is a sweetheart. All the way up in Canada, and he manages to make sure I’m okay. What would I do without him? Certainly not laugh as much. Check out his blog and see for yourself. His parody of A Christmas Carol is hilarious!
My neurologist has wanted to know what happens when the seizures occur. I can finally tell him. I wonder how he’ll react to a cerebral reboot?