Last Friday it started

Aw, jings. I said to myself this morning, "I'll tidy up the lawn and mark it up so that I can see where to cut out for the new flowers." That'll be right, I got into the shower and at some point I had an epileptic seizure, keeled over and landed on my face. My neck and head are bloody sore and the new flowers can go and abuse themselves with a smile on their faces. I'm doing nothing useful today.

It's been a crap week to tell the truth. Last Friday I had to clean up the wall, the radiator and the fridge-freezer because I obviously had a cup of coffee in my hand when I went into seizure. I spent Saturday in bed because of it. I had a fit on Sunday, possibly in the morning, don't know anything more about it, other than the fact that I woke up for dinner at half past six at night, just before bedtime. Then today I had a fit in the shower. Because of that, both my neck and head hurt and my nose has had a good belt too.

Sod the garden, sod the dinner, I'll soon be in my bed - I can't get hurt there - I hope :( 

And it is only a possibility

This morning hasn't happened, it just never occurred. Thursday  morning today was cut off because it's cheaper to run the days like that. Charge the same for half the time. No complaints if you know nothing about it.

It takes hours sometimes to realise that there is time missing. You may never know why it's missing or where it's missing from, maybe all the when's about it. That's why I hate it - all it leads to is confusion. Just as well that I don't work at the moment because I doubt it would be possible to maintain a job with brain attacks like this.

And all that is left is the possibility that something passed by without shouting loudly enough.

And it is only a possibility - because I might be wrong.

It's probably the result of a complex partial seizure, I know that - but that's all that I can say about it because that's all I have, that's all the knowledge that I have regarding the missing bit.

It won't come back tomorrow - if tomorrow comes.