Not what I'm talking about.
Had a Grand Mal seizure last weekend. Man, I hate those. I still don't lose consciousness, so that's a plus. And it was at home -- I REALLY hate when those happen in public. But I hate them any time, any place. But I did luck out. I was on the couch already. I stayed there.
And the really good part? Yeah, I actually mean that. The good part was that Linus did his thing again. Buddy didn't seem to notice, and Mr. B got as far from me as he could, his usual reaction. But Linus sat about two feet from me, watching, until I started to slow down. Then he climbed on me. This is such an incredible gift he gives me. It allows me to gain purchase to something, which in turn allows me to regain control of my body so much faster. He's never been trained to do this, but has done it every time I've had a GM at home. I have no idea why, but I'm so grateful for it!
That's all. But I guess I was sort of talking about how aspects of life can be grand after all...
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