Author: dms

In Anticipation of Winter (Bad Circulation, Bad Attitude)

It’s rapidly getting chillier outside, and I’m rapidly getting more panicky about how I’m going to handle the winter months. Some people joyously welcome October and the changing leaves, donning their leggings and oversize sweaters and ordering their pumpkin spice whatevers (OK, I do this too; don’t judge). I agonize about the coming snow and … Continue reading In Anticipation of Winter (Bad Circulation, Bad Attitude) →

Sense of Impending Doom

One night last week, I had just finished brushing my teeth and was heading to bed when I stopped dead in my tracks, paralyzed by fear. “What’s wrong?” my husband asked. “I feel a SENSE OF IMPENDING DOOM,” I replied, in exactly those words. As per my recent explanation/tirade, the period after a tonic-clonic seizure can … Continue reading Sense of Impending Doom →

Impossibly Healthy-Looking Sick Kids + Implausible Plot = My New Favourite Show

When it comes to movies and TV, I'm a woman of extremes: I'll watch, for example, anything with a rating of over 80% or under 30% on Rotten Tomatoes with a comparable degree of pleasure. I don't know if it's because I have several chronic health conditions or if it's just a personality quirk, but I'm also … Continue reading Impossibly Healthy-Looking Sick Kids + Implausible Plot = My New Favourite Show →

What It’s Like to Be Postictal (in My Own Very Personal Experience)

One of the worst parts of the morning after a “big seizure” (technical term) is being too brain dead—figuratively, of course—to think properly, hence the uncreative title of this post. On the plus side, however, I can blame any typos/inelegant sentence constructions/etc. on my neurons’ latest riot. Anyway, I decided that it was high time … Continue reading What It’s Like to Be Postictal (in My Own Very Personal Experience) →