Glanced back to this time last year to find out what I was up to, only to find I was boasting about being happily unmedicated and feeling very good about it. The same is luckily true today. I haven't had to pop any pills to control what I sincerely doubt is my epilepsy for over a year. And I don't think when I was popping the low dose prescribed for me it did me any good at all.
This is not to say I don't think it's possible to suffer a recurrence of what plunged me into The Delirium. Nobody, as far as I know, has any idea why I suddenly found myself experiencing brain seizures; and that means, as far as I know, that it wouldn't be much of a surprise if I suffered a reprise. And if I do, well that's just the way it is. In the meantime I quietly celebrate every day of being here. (And sometimes not so quietly, but I reckon there's little to be said for great music that's not thrillingly loud, and I know a lot of great music!)
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