My advisor is going to kill my prof. Straight up murder him. My grade won't reflect anything (in a postictal mood-switch -I always go straight from ictal period to 30 seconds of weepy to any emotion between anger, defensiveness, fear and tears, and just speaking nonsense- I gave a bitter (and tearful haha brain reboot!) what-for and as I know our university's president (who was chief cardiologist at one of the largest hospitals in the area), there will be no grade problems haha He always says, "Seizurrific, if there's ever something you need, you just let me know; I'm always keeping an eye out for you so put me to work if there is ever anything I can do. I love you and your family." I have never used his offer but this was such a different circumstance that I am at the very least going to speak with him.
I tried to too hard to be/seem "normal"...I should have remained in the bus instead of stumbling-walking everywhere with our boys. We stopped walking when we got to the Luxor- they were talking about their facility, Absence seizure, they were talking about maintenance, Absence seizure, monthly revenue, electricity, and liability for their features, then I grabbed on of our boys who was a rec therapist like myself and he got me to the bus in time to fall over. We went out after they toured about four different hotel hospitalities but I was so postictal that I remember virtually nothing- we got back to our hotel, which our boys had to carry me into and up to my room, and they were showing me pictures of me doing stuff like standing under the flashiest lights ever doing a "seizure pose" (at that point I probably wasn't faking it), standing with a storm trooper, eating ice cream, and pointing a "thumbs up" with some random guy (no idea who he is). I have absolutely no memory of any of these events...
I have the absolute worst headache ever today. Didn't shower (for obvious reasons) and I didn't have time to simply rest. There is definitely another seizure on the horizon.... I am just about provoking a seizure (though it is NOT all my fault) like a little kid poking a growling dog....