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Late last night, just after 2 ayem, a bad seizure. I was walking out of the bathroom, and then, a few minutes later, I was lying on the floor of the front parlor. When I could talk again, I asked Spooky if it was bad, and she said, "You've had worse." Small mercies. I went to bed not long afterwards and slept about eight and a half hours, which is more than I've slept at a stretch in ages. This morning, I'm sore and disoriented. I suspect I got a lot of bruises.

I cannot shake the feeling that my fits are something I should not be discussing publicly.

The sun is bright this morning, and the sky is that shade of blue. Terrific thunderstorms last night, hard rain and wind howling around the edges of the house.

Not much to say about yesterday. There was more line editing to be done than I'd expected, mostly pertaining to format. But now B is for Beginnings (the chapbook that comes free with the limited edition of A is for Alien) should be as "corrected" as it's going to get. I still need to go through the collection itself one more time, mostly looking for formatting errors. We read over what has been written on "Some Notes on an Unfinished Film," and Spooky likes it, and she says I should finish it. I sent it to [livejournal.com profile] sovay, who also says finish it. So, I suppose that I will. Part of me wants to set it aside (again), and write something much simpler for Sirenia Digest #35. A simpler narrative structure, I mean. After the decidedly not simple structure of The Red Tree, all those epistolary antics, my preference would be something along the lines of the vignettes from Frog Toes and Tentacles or Tales from the Woeful Platypus. But...here's this story already begun, and I'm already running late, and I don't really have any ideas at the ready for vignettes.

After the editing and reading yesterday, I read and rested, even managing a nap late in the afternoon. Spooky went out into the world and slew a wild pizza for dinner. I fretted about The Red Tree. It rained. Ba da pa pa.

I want to go back to bed, but the platypus says that's not an option.

Date: 2008-10-27 11:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] teeheeiambad.livejournal.com
Hmm. Yes. While I have never had a full seizure, I do have a rapid onset of hypoglycemia that has caused me to slam into the ground, many, many times, when I didn't see it coming. Its not fun. I have long had to tell friends and bosses about it and what to do, if I do a floor plant.

Coming to, suddenly not where you just were, not sure how long you were out for, not sure if you are going to be able to get up yet, unable to think or talk...the long, hard sleep afterwards. The bumps and bruises from the falls. Yes. I know all that, very well.

Being that we are pretty much of an age, I also get why its weird to publicly discuss such a thing. I was loathe to do it, but I learned, it was best people knew, in case I needed help and couldn't talk. So keep talking about it. It does get easier.

Date: 2008-10-28 04:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] greygirlbeast.livejournal.com


Coming to, suddenly not where you just were, not sure how long you were out for, not sure if you are going to be able to get up yet, unable to think or talk...the long, hard sleep afterwards. The bumps and bruises from the falls. Yes. I know all that, very well.


Sounds too, too familiar.

Being that we are pretty much of an age,

So you were also around for the trilobites? ;-)

Date: 2008-10-28 06:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] teeheeiambad.livejournal.com
Trilobites..heh.

Old enough to have seen The Replacements twice, remember when Devo was just an art band, knew that Mudhoney was a better band than either Nirvana or Pearl Jam, only skaters and punks knew who Tony Hawk was, knew that the band "Love and Rockets" took their name from the comic book and liked them better as "Tons on Tails", when no one really knew what Meth was or if they sort of did they called it "crank, if people had their own VCR player they were pretty high tech, and if you were at all cool you pegged your Goodwill old man flannel jammie bottoms that you had as pants and used safety clips to hold together the holes, which you wore with your Converse that you scribbled lyrics of "college radio" bands on. Bonus if you had skate guy buddies who gave you their old skate parts that you hung on cords of leather as a necklace and they wanted you to make them friendship bracelets so they could wear a bunch of them.

So yeah, a freaking fossil.

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