If you know me (or your name is Unk) you'll know that my body is all sorts of stoopid sometimes. Yesterday was one of those times. Having two seizures in one day brings along a boatload of emotions and feelings, most prominently that of having been leveled by a speeding semi-truck. Nothing like waking up with a bruises all over your body, a large bump on your head, a bleeding tongue from involuntarily biting it and no memory of the event whatsover to start your day off right.
Things I struggle with include the fine line between living and health. What is the point of having your health if you can't live to enjoy life? On the flipside, living to the maximum enjoyment of life has at this point been deemed thoroughly unsafe to my continued well being (the doctors have prescribed "no stressful activities"/the polar opposite of the adventures I like to have).
Balance. But where? I really rather have determined these boundries months ago, but I suppose now is the time to cement them. To life, to life, l'chaim.
P.s. Shout out to Will Stowe for saving me a few times over. You're the man.
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