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Post seizure braining.
Sep. 23rd, 2010 04:42 pmPost-ictal brainness is strange. I remember everything I did today, but I am losing certain details, like a painting that is fading in parts.
Adam and I ate a small breakfast of crispy burnt Taylor pork rolls. We got fresh ground coffee from Mayorga (I chose Panama, he chose Nicaragua). We picked up Charlotte. We went to Barnes & Noble. We went to Bagel City. We went to the Congressional Plaza shopping center. While Adam wen to the fish store, Charlotte and I went to Robeks (I bought the new Acai-Cupuacu smoothie) and to Ulta (I bought Too Faced's Label Whore eyeshadow,and got a discount on a Fusion Mascara). Adam met us at the car with a new betta and some fish food. We dropped Charlotte off at her house and drove home.
I remember all of that. But there were small conversations, little things, and it is like a hypomanic fog, and I know that makes no sense. My brain is moving at a crazy speed but my body feels drained and sore and full of cracks.
I remember Charlotte and I talking about how seizures leave us with dark undereye circles, and how she really needs to see a neurologist to see if she really has epilepsy. I remember thinking that the egg in my bagel sandwich at Bagel City was too fluffy, but how the sun-dried tomato bagel was tasty. I remember getting a tiny cheesecake there.
I don't feel the need to rest, but I know that too much physical activity wouldn't be wise. Just enough, then.
My smoothie is amazing. So is my new eyeshadow.
Adam and I ate a small breakfast of crispy burnt Taylor pork rolls. We got fresh ground coffee from Mayorga (I chose Panama, he chose Nicaragua). We picked up Charlotte. We went to Barnes & Noble. We went to Bagel City. We went to the Congressional Plaza shopping center. While Adam wen to the fish store, Charlotte and I went to Robeks (I bought the new Acai-Cupuacu smoothie) and to Ulta (I bought Too Faced's Label Whore eyeshadow,and got a discount on a Fusion Mascara). Adam met us at the car with a new betta and some fish food. We dropped Charlotte off at her house and drove home.
I remember all of that. But there were small conversations, little things, and it is like a hypomanic fog, and I know that makes no sense. My brain is moving at a crazy speed but my body feels drained and sore and full of cracks.
I remember Charlotte and I talking about how seizures leave us with dark undereye circles, and how she really needs to see a neurologist to see if she really has epilepsy. I remember thinking that the egg in my bagel sandwich at Bagel City was too fluffy, but how the sun-dried tomato bagel was tasty. I remember getting a tiny cheesecake there.
I don't feel the need to rest, but I know that too much physical activity wouldn't be wise. Just enough, then.
My smoothie is amazing. So is my new eyeshadow.
