I composed the following before the symptoms that I describe exploded into a full-blown cold. I thus owe my VNS an apology. In my defence, it does seem like the kind of thing she'd put me through, but still: Vanessa, I'm sorry. Not sorry enough to let a perfectly good post go to waste, though. Who cares … Continue reading I’m Sorry, Vanessa
Due to excuses mostly unrelated to epilepsy, I haven't been posting on this blog as frequently as I once did—I'll try to be better, but no promises. I had an appointment with my epilepsy specialist on Thursday, though, so I figured that I'd make the effort to write a shortish entry with a (kind of … Continue reading Boring Update
In my last entry, dedicated to gloating about a major reduction in my tonic-clonic seizures, I indicated that I'd give an update about my complex partials "in a future post." Believe it or not, I'm following through, and in a relatively timely manner, no less. This is that future post. The future is now. I … Continue reading Best Month Ever! (Well, in the Past Year.)
After reviewing his records of such things, my husband informed me a few days ago that my tonic-clonic seizures have almost disappeared. In fact, over the past two months, I’ve only experienced one. One. I knew, or at least suspected, that I wasn't having very many of them, but it hadn't occurred to me to check … Continue reading Bye(?), Convulsive Seizures
We celebrated the official start of summer—and my husband’s birthday, and the solstice, and amazing, lovely people—last weekend with a trip to a cottage on Lake Huron. Friends whom we consider more like extended family have a cottage in the area, and their daughter (who's also like family!) owns the one next door to theirs. … Continue reading Cottage Time
I’m writing this for my dad on Father’s Day, but it might be a while before he sees it. It’s the weekend, and he manages to confine his usage of the Internet (including checking his e-mail) mostly to working hours. Although the fact that he’s a M–F, 9–5 technology guy can be inconvenient from time … Continue reading Pops
It's 3 a.m., and I can't sleep for reasons related to OCD. I'm not complaining, just explaining. OK, I'm complaining, but only a little. In any case, I'm taking advantage of this "found time" to write a blog entry—given how late it is, though, it would probably be best to wait and post it tomorrow, … Continue reading OCD-Fuelled Middle-of-the-Night Thoughts about OCD
