My seizures have come back with a vengeance. I’ve cut up my face, I’m probably on concussion number nine, and busted my head. Not sure what the relapse is from, because for a while, I was okay. I was doing fine.
So I am doing another EEG to triple check and make sure I absolutely do not have Epilepsy. I’m okay with it this time, because I was diagnosed with Alopecia Areata, and my hair is really short now. So instead of crying about the glue, I’m just going to shave it off afterwards. I have a very nice wig from the National Alopecia Foundation.
It’s frustrating, because it’s “stress”. All the sudden I can’t handle stress? I’ve been through worse things in my lifetime, and I didn’t collapse into a seizure. I thought I was pretty good at handling stress.
Well, I’m seeing a therapist. He’s really nice. He tells me I should do things to relax me. So I draw, listen to music, read books, and play my piano. I draw a lot, more than the other activities. Something about it evokes something in me. It’s calming. Even if the picture is a disturbing image, it’s releasing something from me. Art is a place where you can do anything, and you won’t be considered crazy. I like that. Because I can be a little weird sometimes.
I apologize I haven’t kept you guys updated, but things have been rough. Because of my situation the medical bills are insane. So the Hubs and I have been working on that. It’s just crazy how expensive medical care can be.
That’s all for now. Thanks for listening.