I write this in a moment of clarity, which, these days, are few and far between. But they exist, and for that, I am grateful. (Please notice and appreciate my attempt to practice positive thinking. The current arguably lame, but very affective, thing I repeat to myself is "go with the flow." So yeah. But … Continue reading A Quick Update That I’d Rather Not Have to Make
Yesterday was momentous in that it marked the first day post-surgeries that I was allowed to wash my hair. It was glorious. It was also strange. Until this past fall, my hair stretched halfway to my waist. Then my surgery was initially scheduled, and I got a series of cuts to prepare myself for the … Continue reading Washing My (Stubbly, Pathetic) Hair: When Mundane Tasks Become Your New Excitement
We're at the hospital. I've already had a CT scan to guide the grid placement and changed into surgery couture. I'm wearing weird blue synthetic slipper things. This is, indeed, it.
I'm back in Toronto after a few mostly nice weeks in BC with my parents. For suspension-building purposes, I'll start with the good. The trip was pleasant in that it was, on the whole, relaxing, a great opportunity to see friends and family and to take care of myself while recovering from my recent concussion. … Continue reading Christmas CheER and Another Surgery Countdown
Well, here I am again, in an all-too-familiar position, and one that I half-thought that I had left in the past: recovering from a seizure-caused concussion, my third—if my almost-entirely-unreliable memory serves me correctly—of the year. I'm trying not to be annoyed at how preventable this seems; I am, after all, supposed to be in … Continue reading Fireside Reflections on My Latest Concussion, on Making Choices, on Plain Pitas, Etc.
I'm supposed to be recovering from Surgery #1 at this very moment. Of course, Hillary Clinton is also supposed to be president-elect of the United States. In other words, these past few weeks have offered ample evidence that it's best not to take anything for granted—surgery dates (mine having been changed twice now, in each … Continue reading How Things Change(d)
This has been one of the most intensely emotional weeks of my life. And for epilepsy-surgery-related reasons, so you get to hear all about it! We've been busy preparing for my upcoming procedure, which, as regular readers are aware, was very recently scheduled for November 4th. Such little notice means/meant a lot to take care … Continue reading Surgery Delay, Intense Emotions
As has seemed to be the case on several occasions on this epilepsy “journey” of mine, I’ve once again gone from what’s felt like an excruciating, never-ending waiting game to a sudden, overwhelming flurry of activity. I got a call yesterday afternoon from my neurosurgeon’s office. They had a cancellation for next Friday. Could I … Continue reading (Sudden) Countdown to Craniotomy: One Week
I've decided to continue to grant you a brief reprieve from long-winded stories about my hair, but only because I want to talk at too-great length about the almond-shaped collection of neurons in my right temporal lobe that's been at the top, figuratively speaking, of my mind for the past few days. I've always preferred … Continue reading My Amygdala, Myself
In case the title of this post didn't clue you in, I'm about to give a brief history of my hair, inspired by the series of increasingly drastic haircuts I've been getting leading up to pre-surgery head-shaving. It is thus completely understandable, even admirable, if you choose to stop reading. Can't say I didn't warn … Continue reading Hairstory (Part I: Childhood)
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 