May. 15th, 2009

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May. 15th, 2009 02:51 pm
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So, for those of you not on my girlfriend's LJ flist, yesterday was kind of...eventful.

As in, I had a grand mal seizure.

I don't have grand mal seizures (in fact, every time I explain my epilepsy I go, "okay, so you know 'convulsions', like you normally think of when someone says epilepsy? I don't have those"...well, apparently I do.), so this should be freaking me out more than it is, sort of, but really because I'm a hypochrondriac and every woman on my maternal line for a generation (eg, my mom and my mom's sister) has had grand mal seizures, I figured it was just a matter of time.

I was also terrified of the prospect, because I don't know, I thought it might be scary, or the idea of not controlling my body freaked me out, or something. I already didn't like it enough as it was: not being able to drive, sometimes not finishing sentences or repeating them, not hearing the middle of other people's sentences. The idea of full on convulsions freaked me right the fuck out.

Well, it should have, but not how I thought.

So the last thing I remember before the seizure is sitting on the bed with my rats. The first thing after the seizure I remember is Jessi telling me, "FAYE. FAYE. You had a seizure," and getting me changed and sitting me down to wait for the ambulance. She tells me later I kept backing up to things and not knowing how to sit down, and she told me that she told me I had a seizure at least four times, which I don't remember.

By the time I was in the ambulance I was mostly coherent, which was actually sort of a pain in the ass because it meant that the times I wasn't coherent (ie: "What state are you moving to?" "Chicago" "...So, the city of Illinois, then?") were as embarrassing as they were funny. But the EMTs were nice, even if the line they started was kind of painful, and for never having ridden in an ambulance before it was...actually not terrible, or especially frightening since the worst was already over.

Plus, no four hour wait in the ER! Score. Just a, y'know, four hour stay in the ER.

my day in the ER )

But yeah. Feeling fine today, except for a lingering headache and a black eye and tongue pain. Jessi's watching me like a hawk. Poor thing, she called my mom freaking out yesterday and was very clingy all of yesterday. :( :( :( I don't like freaking her out.

Photos of my war wounds! )

On the good side, afterwards Courtney (and Foster) picked us up and we got Sonic since we hadn't eaten all day. Mmmm cranberry slushy. And, we have a new rattie! We named her Blind Mag after the Sarah Brightman character in Repo! The Genetic Opera, since albino rats are mostly blind. (Plus, as I realized later, Mag is a derivative of Margaret, which means "Pearl", and she's a soft ivory white, compared to Nico's stark white). Incidentally, if you haven't seen Repo, you must.

I still want a white rattie named Vanya, but possibly a totally shy, OCD, passive one is not the one. (Mag and Nico got along so well in part because every time Nico did something dominant to test her, Mag just backed away and let her go instead of fighting. Now they just groom eachother. Cute.)


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May. 15th, 2009 04:04 pm
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I went to do this yesterday and then I ...had a seizure. Oh well. Doing it now.
First meme of this journal! I feel like...I'm christening it, somehow.


Comment here saying you want to play. I will find seven things off of your profile and you have to post in your journal with why you are interested in them. At that time, I will comment and squee. And possibly also participate in the fun by having you choose seven of my interests. We will go round and round and round.


Warning: I go on AT LENGTH. AT LENGTH. That's what happens when you ask me about things I like. Oh well.

[info - personal]noxie gave me:

amanda palmer


Amanda Palmer, sometimes of the Dresden Dolls and always of her lovely self, is an amazing singer and performer. I first encountered her as the singer for DD -- and who could resist an indie band that label themselves "brechtian punk cabaret"? -- but right now she has out a solo album, which is fantastic. It's called Who Killed Amanda Palmer? and it was put out in conjunction with a book of short stories by Neil Gaiman (oh look, another one of my interests) and photos by Kyle Cassidy.

If you haven't heard of her, you should go run over to her (Myspace) and/or possibly her (twitter).

I like her not only because her music is amazing (and often controversial: her single Oasis is banned from radio play in the UK) but also because she herself is awesome. She talks about everything and isn't afraid to share what she thinks in her blogs: reading them is like having a close friend.

And despite her following, she holds on to her integrity: Her label thinks she isn't trying hard enough to sell albums, but she relentlessly refuses to change what she does (to the point of writing them open, angry letters: she's in a contract, but that doesn't mean she can't make them really uncomfortable with her); they tried to cut her "Leeds United" video because she showed her oh-so-fat-tummy, which not only made her furious but incited an entire movement of tummy love in response; if you mention on her twitter that you can't afford a ticket, she'll put you on the guest list to her shows; she once threw an impromptu all-ages party because her shows in Australia were 18+.

Plus, her clothes are killer and she harrasses people to vote.

Okay, I think I've taken up enough space with Amanda!love. The next few are under a cut.

body acceptance | david bowie | derek morgan | knowing all the words | oscar wilde | todd haynes )

Okay, now you :)


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