Yeah... another ridiculous seizure. Thirty-plus minutes, around 3am. I got out of bed and left Mr. B there, since I knew it was going to be a big one, and those freak him out. Unfortunately I was not able to make it downstairs, where I could have sought out comfort from Linus. I was stuck on the landing, alone, for the whole thing. When it was finally over, I probably could have gone downstairs, but decided to get back into bed instead. Mr. B is good for cuddles after an event, just not during...
"Non-Epileptic Epilepsy" is the stupidest diagnosis ever.
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