To sleep to dream?

I think I may have had a complex partial seizure on the train ride home from work.
I think.
Years ago, before I was officially diagnosed, Adam would tell that sometimes I would suddenly stop. Just stop. For a few minutes, I would be gone. If I was walking, if I was talking. Sometimes my eyes would close. Sometimes not. The left side of my body might twitch in one way or another; my face would take on an expression of fear, anxiety, awe, peace, wonder, ecstasy, irritation, or fury depending on where my brain was. My breathing might increase. My eyelids might flutter.
I probably closed my eyes on the train, my head leaning against the window, but I may have not slept. I remember something happening in my brain, burning and falling and spinning, electrified by colors with no names. I woke up with a very, very familiar feeling. But no one was staring, no one seemed concerned. No one was sitting next to me in the disability seats. I most likely experienced a very quiet seizure, although I knew there had been twitching and spasticity and possibly grimacing. The train was fairly empty most of the way home anyway. I'd had an intense day at work. A good day, a filling day, but intense. Also, my sleep patterns have been off since Friday. No matter how much sleep I would get, I would wake up feeling badly deprived and desperately exhausted. I've started increasing the passion flower and valerian to see if that will help.
Ah, well. I am getting better now.
I am at Charlotte and Billy's, with Adam, and we have ordered dinner from Pizza Palace. I have a veggie sub and cheesecake and acai juice.

To sleep to dream?

I think I may have had a complex partial seizure on the train ride home from work.
I think.
Years ago, before I was officially diagnosed, Adam would tell that sometimes I would suddenly stop. Just stop. For a few minutes, I would be gone. If I was walking, if I was talking. Sometimes my eyes would close. Sometimes not. The left side of my body might twitch in one way or another; my face would take on an expression of fear, anxiety, awe, peace, wonder, ecstasy, irritation, or fury depending on where my brain was. My breathing might increase. My eyelids might flutter.
I probably closed my eyes on the train, my head leaning against the window, but I may have not slept. I remember something happening in my brain, burning and falling and spinning, electrified by colors with no names. I woke up with a very, very familiar feeling. But no one was staring, no one seemed concerned. No one was sitting next to me in the disability seats. I most likely experienced a very quiet seizure, although I knew there had been twitching and spasticity and possibly grimacing. The train was fairly empty most of the way home anyway. I'd had an intense day at work. A good day, a filling day, but intense. Also, my sleep patterns have been off since Friday. No matter how much sleep I would get, I would wake up feeling badly deprived and desperately exhausted. I've started increasing the passion flower and valerian to see if that will help.
Ah, well. I am getting better now.
I am at Charlotte and Billy's, with Adam, and we have ordered dinner from Pizza Palace. I have a veggie sub and cheesecake and acai juice.

To sleep to dream?

I think I may have had a complex partial seizure on the train ride home from work.
I think.
Years ago, before I was officially diagnosed, Adam would tell that sometimes I would suddenly stop. Just stop. For a few minutes, I would be gone. If I was walking, if I was talking. Sometimes my eyes would close. Sometimes not. The left side of my body might twitch in one way or another; my face would take on an expression of fear, anxiety, awe, peace, wonder, ecstasy, irritation, or fury depending on where my brain was. My breathing might increase. My eyelids might flutter.
I probably closed my eyes on the train, my head leaning against the window, but I may have not slept. I remember something happening in my brain, burning and falling and spinning, electrified by colors with no names. I woke up with a very, very familiar feeling. But no one was staring, no one seemed concerned. No one was sitting next to me in the disability seats. I most likely experienced a very quiet seizure, although I knew there had been twitching and spasticity and possibly grimacing. The train was fairly empty most of the way home anyway. I'd had an intense day at work. A good day, a filling day, but intense. Also, my sleep patterns have been off since Friday. No matter how much sleep I would get, I would wake up feeling badly deprived and desperately exhausted. I've started increasing the passion flower and valerian to see if that will help.
Ah, well. I am getting better now.
I am at Charlotte and Billy's, with Adam, and we have ordered dinner from Pizza Palace. I have a veggie sub and cheesecake and acai juice.