21 days till we close the distance, as my SO so helpfully pointed out this morning when he woke up. It's a miracle he's still even my SO at this point. The past few days haven't been easy for us, and it's mostly my fault really.

About a week ago I got a pretty bad grand mal seizure that necessitated my parents having to bring me to the emergency room. Now I have been living with a diagnosis of epilepsy since I was twenty, and thankfully I've had only a few seizures over the past seven years. However this attack couldn't have come at a worse time, namely during my review for the physician's licensure. Ironically this stress is probably what set the seizure off.

For me the hardest part about being an epileptic isn't the seizures themselves; as painful, difficult and frightening as they are, I recover fairly easily from them. The difficult part is dealing with the helplessness and depression that follow each episode, of having to adjust my medications and routines again, of seeing the scared look in my parents' faces as they try to be (overly) protective again. And well during this particular depressive drag I ended up taking a lot of it out on my SO, asking him if he could seriously imagine life with a woman with as many chronic illnesses as I have, if he was okay that any of our future kids could inherit these problems, etc. Part of my prideful self doesn't want him to see this mess I am in, and feels that I am dragging him down.

But still he stays. And I have come to realize that while I have been used to bearing up alone, this time....I don't have to anymore.

At least my family is starting to accept that he's going to be around; for one thing my dad and my younger sister were both kind enough to update him about my condition when I was still in the hospital. My mom has agreed that on the day before my exams he can come over and hang out at our place or we can go to a nearby mall. Just so we can both have our peace of mind.