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Ok following on from my comments about being worshiped as oracles on another thread. I wondered if anyone had any interesting tales to share of experiences post ictaly when our brains are strangely altered that have ever made you think is that my brain being strangely altered or was is something else?
When I was first diagnosed at 17 I had a couple of TC's where I was totally alone and I came round to someone stroking my hair and the over powering smel of lily of the valley which was my late maternal grandmothers perfume.
At the time I was utterly convinced it was my dead nan coming to comfort me when I was alone.
Then I used to think if my brain cooties can make me smell oranges before a seizure is lily of the valley so much of a leap. Perhaps the sensation of hair stroking just a projection of comfort that my mind created.
But it is an interesting one to ponder?
Anyone else anything share. Anyone want a twiglet?
Q
Ok following on from my comments about being worshiped as oracles on another thread. I wondered if anyone had any interesting tales to share of experiences post ictaly when our brains are strangely altered that have ever made you think is that my brain being strangely altered or was is something else?
When I was first diagnosed at 17 I had a couple of TC's where I was totally alone and I came round to someone stroking my hair and the over powering smel of lily of the valley which was my late maternal grandmothers perfume.
At the time I was utterly convinced it was my dead nan coming to comfort me when I was alone.
Then I used to think if my brain cooties can make me smell oranges before a seizure is lily of the valley so much of a leap. Perhaps the sensation of hair stroking just a projection of comfort that my mind created.
But it is an interesting one to ponder?
Anyone else anything share. Anyone want a twiglet?
Q