It’s been a while, can’t really remember when, but on Friday I had two seizures. Fortunately I had an idea it was going to happen so I was safely on the sofa, I didn’t injure myself other than muscle and head ache.
It’s so frustrating, as I said I can’t remember when the last one was, and then out of the blue it happens again, twice. I try not to persuade myself that I’m not having seizures, because we’ve been through that before and then… well there’s a reason E has said that she’ll never get in a car that I’m driving… no matter how long I’ve gone without having a seizure.
Today, 4 days later, is the first full day I’ve managed. It’s always a shocker, the pain, exhaustion, confusion. How I used to go into work the day after I have absolutely no idea, but I know I’m incredibly grateful to have been able to stay at home.