On The Slab

Well, as you may have guessed, Im home.
(Still a long way to go though, and i’m back in on the 14th for more testings).

It IS great to be home I must say, being in hospital makes you realise how lucky you truly are, and how much home means to you.
I think it was actually harder on Noah than on me (tho’ he wont admit that), but he got through it amazingly well and gawds, when I got home, the house was *spotless*.
The little fecker surprised me with an amazingly clean house! When he should have been resting!
I dont think this place has been so clean and tidy since I moved in here last year.

Typo, went ever so slightly mad when I got home, getting her unstuck from me was a little tiring I must admit

Yesterday, I had a relatively bad seizure, but, to help keep me sane I have convinced myself that it is down to the meds being changed and that the last week was not a futile excercise in pain.
Im not sure I have ever been as scared of a seizure as I was of yesterdays,…. for the beginning of it, I was (felt) completely “normal” but couldnt speak or move. Thats new for me.
Noah called an ambulance as he was worried about how bad this one seemed, but after I regained consciousness we decided not to go into the ER as the last time I went in I was left on a trolley in a corridor for an entire day and night.
Besides, another night in hospital and I’d lose whats left of my mind, that can wait a week or two at least!

Another one again earlier this morning. Luckilly I was in bed and it was a bit less scary as I actually thought I was asleep. (Tis hard to explain how exactly these things feel tbh).

Right now I have a thumpin headache and my jaw feels like I’ve gone 10 rounds with tyson, so Im leaving it at that.
Thanks to all for all the best-wishes while Ive been away, means a lot.

B