I’m afraid the old epilepsy reared its ugly head again yesterday – in what’s probably a record for me: four complex partial seizures in one 24 hour period.
What’s amazing is that I was trying to take some notes during one of them – the mess of letters and weird shapes I left on the page was interesting to say the least. All the usual symptoms of a partial seizure where there: couldn’t read, couldn’t speak, ‘ghost images’ projected whenever I looked at a flat surface, a feeling of vertigo and the sense that my brain was, essentially, re-booting.
All ending with the headache from here. Crawled into my bed at 7:30pm.
As I result, I’m feeling less that chirpy today and really want to just sleep – despite sleeping over 8 hours last night. I can’t bend over to put on shoes within feeling like my brain is going to leak out my ears. Quite aware that I’m operating in slow motion.
I’m also quite annoyed this is back after a relatively (for me) absence of seizures.
I know the cause and its name is stress. Yesterday was a bit of a full-on day, but I think it’s more of a cumulative thing from the last few weeks. Thankfully, I’m on holiday tomorrow and spending the weekend with family in Scotland – so I can expect some motherly love and even more sleep than usual.
I also need to remind myself that I’m luckier than most people with Epilepsy. Instead of dwelling on what’s wrong, it’s better to think about what’s ‘right’ and what I can do.
And on that deep and philosophical note, it’s time for a cup of tea and a walk around the garden before I start my next piece of work.