Being Alice: Dark and Pale
Mar. 13th, 2012 08:04 pmWhen is a complex partial seizure fun? Trick question. It's sort of like a Dada thing. It's like trying to describe the color of a dream.
According to Adam, I was a statue for five minutes. According to my brain, I was Someplace Else, although I have no memory of this trip. Usually, my trips to Someplace Else are the only parts of seizures I remember, like fading dreams. It must have been very dark in my Someplace Else this time, or I never made it out of the rabbit hole into the Wonderlandy place. There is a tiny fluttery memory of pastel colors and wild laughter and winds holding me like a dozen arms, but the rest is darkness. I am tired. I needed to write this down. My strength is in my words.
I posted to Facebook first, because that was the more immediately available platform. Some call it whining, I call it advocating, and I also call it "Fuck off, it is my Facebook page and you can stop reading it any time."
I will take medicine and I will rest now. Look, a purring cat who wants to sit in my lap. I love you too, Rose my Rose.
A call to the neurologist will happen.
Right now, chocolate.
According to Adam, I was a statue for five minutes. According to my brain, I was Someplace Else, although I have no memory of this trip. Usually, my trips to Someplace Else are the only parts of seizures I remember, like fading dreams. It must have been very dark in my Someplace Else this time, or I never made it out of the rabbit hole into the Wonderlandy place. There is a tiny fluttery memory of pastel colors and wild laughter and winds holding me like a dozen arms, but the rest is darkness. I am tired. I needed to write this down. My strength is in my words.
I posted to Facebook first, because that was the more immediately available platform. Some call it whining, I call it advocating, and I also call it "Fuck off, it is my Facebook page and you can stop reading it any time."
I will take medicine and I will rest now. Look, a purring cat who wants to sit in my lap. I love you too, Rose my Rose.
A call to the neurologist will happen.
Right now, chocolate.