I'd just like to share with everyone what happened to me today. Warning: some of the below makes me sound like a wuss.
This morning I had a fairly major seizure at my desk. After taking a while to get over it, I got back to work. An hour later I had another fairly major seizure. I took the hint, went home and spent the rest of the day feeling very sorry for myself. Apart from anything else, the precedent was worrying. I have petite mals all the time but never two big attacks in one day before.
Come early evening, though, my brain seemed to be working again and I decided to take a walk by the river near my house. The sun was shining, the air mild. Blackbirds were singing frenetically, ducklings and their mothers toddling along the waters. Poplar trees were erupting from the far bank while willows looped down towards the river. And running through my head was Elvis Costello's 'Oliver's Army', which though having very inappropriate lyrics ("I would rather be anywhere else than here today") is also one of the finest pieces of music ever. I can't remember seeing a scene of such mundane and remarkable beauty. And it hit me how extraordinarily lucky I am. Well fed, well - if inadvisadly - clothed, good friends and family, healthy about 95% of the time. Above all, able to witness something like this. More fortunate, basically, than billions of people around the world. So my brain malfunctions occasionally. Does that really matter?
I'm not trying to sound smug here, or advising you all to just think positive or count your blessings. Thinking about it, I'm not wholly sure what the message is here. Just a little tale of how I managed to put things into a degree of perspective. An effect which will probably last for a couple of days or my next fairly serious attack, whichever comes sooner.
Regards,
Andrew