Rob and I went to dinner last night to celebrate my being a baby house (that's what he now calls me.) On the way home we were talking and realized that its been more than a year since my last seizure. This is the longest I've ever gone. When I was first diagnosed the doctors said that if I made it a year, they would talk about taking me off medications and that I might no longer have seizures since the type of epilepsy iss one where I am supposed to grow out of it. My fingers are crossed.
I am afraid of changing lightbulbs. I HATE feet. I hate condiments. Vinegar is disgusting. I check behind the shower curtain of people's houses because I'm the kind of person who would hide there to scare someone. When I was six I went to school with my coat and no shirt on. When I was 10 I didn't brush my hair for 4 months. My favorite errand is going to the library. I will pull things out of the trash to recycle them. I hate country music and jam bands. I have great aim when throwing things even though I can't play an upperbody sport to save my life. I like dark art. I trust scary looking people almost immediately.