Those are just three of the many words I think of as I contemplate my next step in getting my epilepsy under control.
I have been through this barrage, mirage, pharmaceutical garage, so many times before that what makes it different now?
Older? Bolder? or the fact that my I DON’T GIVE A FUCK button is beginning to smolder?
Thirty four years of hiding, biding, taking the chiding, has come down to the last straw?
But if I start this mission neurology, will I be stuck once again in hypothology? and be turned loose with no apology.
And during this wonderous hypothetical drudgery – I once again will find myself suppressed, it all pointless, and much much duress.
I preach many times that one cannot go forward if one doesn’t learn from the past, stop living in the past, forgive the past.
So what is it that makes me unwilling to learn, churn, and burn?
I guess we will have to wait and see where this trail goes…… back to the woods or forward to my pros…