Monday, August 11, 2014

Strong Days

Just as no one is created equally, no epileptic is the same. For me, and these breakthrough seizures, the bad days are pure, unadulterated hell.  Conversely, the good days are great. Today was better than a good day, it was a strong day.  After nearly three weeks of getting my ass kicked by the seizure circus for days on end, only to come out of the haze, gain strength, hit about 90% before being run over by the next caravan, it was finally a strong day and I could feel it the moment that I woke up.

Due to my case being under review, I am very hesitant to say anything more and it is quite likely that I will pay for it tomorrow physically, but, it was worth it.

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