Just a quick note to inform you that on Saturday night, after over two weeks of waiting/lounging around the hospital eating bad food and attempting to work, I had a tonic-clonic seizure. Since I’m in the EMU for, you know, epilepsy monitoring, and since my epileptologist needs to capture a certain number of seizures in order to figure out whether I’m eligible for brain surgery, this was a very welcome brain malfunction.
I felt pretty horrible yesterday—as is often the case for me when I have a tonic-clonic seizures, I bit the sides of my tongue to the bleeding-point, and I was nauseated and exhausted for most of the morning and afternoon. The unsuspecting friend that arrived with a Pumpkin Spice Latte probably didn’t expect to find me sporting a drool-stained sweatshirt, dazed, scattered, and drifting in and out of sleep. #epilepsyproblems #ihavethebestfriends #shouldbemoreembarrassedthaniam
Anyway, I need to wait to hear what the doctor says this afternoon, but hopefully this means I can go home within the next few days. Actually, I have no idea if this means I can go home within the next few days. Oh well; I’ll cross my fingers regardless.
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 
*confetti*
Yay! I guess!