My journey to work on Monday was uneventful — right up until the last 10 seconds. As I approached the door I felt a partial seizure coming on. I just had time to get through the door, lean my bike against the wall and sit down.
Everyone looked after me really well, I’ve got a great bunch of colleagues. 🙂 After I had sat down for a while and had a couple of glasses of water, I carried on with my day. Not the best day, and I was wiped out by the end of it, but I was back to normal the next day.
Fast forward to today. One of my colleagues mentioned that she had been talking to someone who works for another company in the same building and had said that I had had a seizure. This person’s friend has had epilepsy surgery recently, in the same hospital where I will be having mine, and they were out of hospital in 3 days! It appears their surgery was more invasive as well, as I heard it they had to “take the top of his head off”.
I suppose the main lesson from this is that if you’re one of my Málaga-based friends and you would like to see me in hospital after my op — don’t leave it too late!
(I need that) like a hole in the head 