The angry epileptic

It's half past eleven in the morning and I feel crap. If this never gets published then I'm sure that you know why. These warnings have been on the go since I got up just after seven this morning, that's four hours of it so far.

They might last all day, They might go away in twenty minutes time or I may go into seizure - at any time. I hate this, I fucking well hate this because it controls my whole life. It makes me look a right idiot in public and is the reason that I neither live in my own home or work for a living.

Instead, I'm in a tiny little rented house, in the middle of a scheme, without the ability to purchase and I don't think that will change.

It is also unlikely that I will work again but I will never stop complaining.

After all, I'm a Scotsman.

A week past Friday

A week past Friday, I was in the local shop buying some food and I went into seizure. I am told that I crashed to the floor and one of the girls went up the street to get the doctor. I’ll bet she was down to see me pretty quick, she’s a good one, she is!!!

There was no warning there. I often get something to tell me something will happen but not this time. A bit of warning and I stay home. I find that there is less trouble if I can have epileptic seizures at home, less trouble caused and fewer tears shed.

This time, everyone saw it happen. That’s ok, Shetland is a caring, loving place but I don’t  like to cause so much hassle.

I’ve been out a couple of times since but I’ve been careful not to go and have a fit in public.