~June :: The Worst Month

I don’t like generalizing whole months as one thing. No month is inherently bad or good. This June, however, was especially amazing in how it kick my ass, and it is not over yet.

So, as I mentioned in a previous post, I had a seizure on the first and on the fourteenth. I scarred the shit out of my fiancée, and spent far too long in hospital. Never a fan of hospital stays, medication, or loosing control, I lost all independence for a total of t=24 hours collectively. Normally, this is where I say “one good thing that came about is…” but nothing good came of the event. I am fine, if you were concerned, but very embarrassed. I am actually very reluctant to even bring it up, but I started this blog with transparency in regards to my health. Therefore, seizure notice!

On the evening of the 18th, my cat (Hank) jumped from my balcony and fell seven floors. Wee spent over 12 hours trying to find him before we saw a note in the foyer talking about a small, orange body that was disposed that morning. That was devastating, as can be assured. There are a million excuses. None of them, however, bring my best friend back. I loved him. I miss him. He will forever be missed.

On a less depressing and more annoying part, I am about to celebrate one year of You’re Not Dead being released. I have only moved 95 copies (at time of writing) and I am not sure if I will sell any more this year. Thank you to anyone who bought/read it. I am just disappointed that I did not reach my goal of 100 copies sold in one year.

Eh. First world problems.

The Seizures

I have had two seizures in two weeks.

The first was, well, on the first. It was violent apparently.

The second was two weeks later. My fiancée was there to make sure I was okay that time.

Not that she wasn’t there the first, I just mean she was left alone the second. Her mother was there the first.

Out of curiosity, I Googled “what is a seizure” this morning. The thing I found most fascinating was how little information there was, and there didn’t seem to need to be much more.

A seizure is when a brain misfires due to increased sodium levels. It can be sever and have major complications, or it can be better described as a nuisance.

Mine appeared to be the latter. I had no noticeable longterm effects, but I went to hospital both times in an ambulance where I stayed in a bed for eight hours both times.

Do you have any clue how uncomfortable the beds in ER are?

Like I said, I am fine. Maybe a bit disheveled, but fine. I am on pills that I take every morning and night that knock me out, but I am fine. How are you?

Does anyone have any good ideas on how to avoid seizures and the like in the future?