I'm having a problem here, and it's happening slowly over time. Breathing. Apparently, I've had one too many brain surgeries upstairs, and some wiring got cross-connected. That was evident the other day when I had a nine- hour long headache capped off by my usual Grand Mal (which I try hard to not have for three weeks) The difference this time was that when this done, I remained calm for about a minute, then slipped into another one. I didn't come out looking like a rainbow, either. As soon as I was able, I sat upright in my recliner, my color fading from a red, to grey, to white. I'm sure I scared my parents because they could not get me to respond. After 30-45 minutes of this, I began to come around, but began to realize how strongly a part my heart was gonna have to take in this fight. I was mostly unconscious before, during, and after them, so when I wake up, It feels like I've landed on the other side of the moon.
So we've had the flipping silverware bit
We've had the brink of the abyss bit
We've done the baker's dozen seizuers...etc...
Please say we're not going to bring the rest of the house down with the rest of them???
Currently, I see myself @ 6500 seizures; not bad, when looking at it from the point of God's mercy, and that He's shielded me behind the biggest blast of the seizures. Not one gets by Him, although they try awfly hard to leave no survivors. Trust me, I know, 'cause I'm a terrific neurological headcase, that can't get a break!!!
