Max's Miscellaneous Musings

Probably as a result of watching an episode of RPA, I decided to check out YouTube's repository of footage of grand mal seizures.  I wasn't sure at first if I'd be traumatised by watching somebody have a seizure, but decided to look at the footage anyway.  And you know what, it didn't bother me at all.  I'm not sure if that means I'm well-adjusted and comfortable with my condition, or if it means that I'm fucked in the head.  Well, actually, I am fucked in the head.  Oh, I crack me up.  Thanks, folks, I'll be here all week!

Seriously, now.  I actually found it kind of interesting to watch.  The first one I watched had some interesting comments after it, including some responses from the author.  Although I don't envy her condition, I do envy the fact that she actually knows when one's coming on.  I'd like that.  Epileptic surprises aren't my cup of tea.  I also laughed at this one comment she made:  "When it's over I get a horrific headache - like an ice cream headache, but it lasts for several minutes or more."  Several minutes?  Lady, I'm doubly envious.  Granted, I've only ever had two grand mals, but the headache lasted easily a month every time.  A month.

This one of an absence seizure was interesting too.  Having had both kinds, I'm not sure which I prefer.  Actually, I am sure.  I'd rather have the absence seizures, thanks very much, without the pain, the headaches, and the injuries from falling/hitting things.  Of course, if it were up to me, I'd rather have neither of them.  Life without epilepsy would definitely be different, I think.