It’s been just over a month since I got home. The time’s both flown and crawled by. Where’s it gone? Why does it slow to a near-stop when my OCD thoughts and anxiety whirl out of control, as tends to happen when I have a moment alone with my neurologically “special” brain?
This past week provided me with many reminders as to the power of relationships. I received two very meaningful and completely unexpected gifts from friends. My husband and I went succulent-shopping and stopped at the neighbourhood coffee shop that used to be my regular haunt. It isn’t accessible, so I stayed outside, basking in the sun, while A went in to get me an americano, and the owner—a lovely woman—came to say hello. After we’d caught up a bit, she told me that she’s going to have a ramp installed.
People are great. Little interactions mean a great deal.
So do little milestones. A few days ago, for example, I started building a LEGO set purchased for me by a close friend. It’d been almost a year since I could build LEGO, and getting back into it feels symbolic somehow. I’m strong and coordinated enough to recreate The Office in little bricks. Now that I think about it, that’s a pretty big deal.
I’m going to cut it short and end here.
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 