So, as of today, I am completely six months without a seizure. Without any episode. There were days I didn’t feel 100%. That I certainly felt a need for caution. But I was careful, and nothing happened.
I’ve been epileptic since I was 15. I have never gone 6 straight months without a seizure before.
I thought about going out to celebrate or something, but it’s rainy season here in my wonderful Thailand, and my little corner is living up to its name with the rain and the wind, so I’m instead staying at home, eating chips and salsa (that’s right), and watching baseball documentaries on Netflix.
Ken Burns did a documentery called Baseball (Ken Burns wasn’t exactly poetic in his naming of things…oh! Did I mention that part of his documentary on the dust bowl was used in Intersteller? Cuz it was…moving on) that is 11 episodes, each episode being 2 hours long. That’s right, 22 hours of baseball. And I’ve already seen it.
That’s a celebration.
(If you’re wondering how I can sit through 22 hours of Ken Burns-style Baseball history, which many people might find dull, for a third time, which most people might find futile to the point of futile and pointless to the point of certifiable insanity, let me tell you this: I am a Mariners fan. I’m sure it all makes sense to you, now.)
And might illustrate why I appreciate a thing like 6 free months so much! My own personal world series! Huzzah for me!