I'm getting to that point. That point where you know it won't ever really be like it used to be. I'm not saying it's worse, I'm just saying it's different.
The pills I'm on make me feel odd, and I also hate relying on them. Epilepsy medication is a miracle mind, it's strange how we get used to brilliant services like that and then get upset with it. I can go into a chemist with my HC1 form and get kilos of meds that make what could be an absolute nightmare into just a bit of a drain.
I don't like losing things without my consent; if I'd been an idiot and drank too much or something then I think I'd be a bit more ok with it. Saying that though, I'm sure there are many people who would beg to differ.
Another problem is trying to figure it out, because there's nothing to figure out here; bad veins in brain=brain haemorrhage, brain haemorrhage=epilepsy, I mean it's pretty simple stuff. I'm lucky to be alive, but I just to want to of had to be lucky, just alive would have done.
Anyway, my pills are settling down, but what was going back to uni in September has turned into mid November, which is a bridge too far for me.
Other than that, I'm feeling healthier, which is good.