The lights are on
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Short disclaimer that absolves me of any responsibility: Sorry
for the delay folks; had a big writing project on my schedule that I needed to
complete. Better late than never, right?
SO, my buddy BHW rebooted the super duper awesome Writer's
Guild Weekly Challenge, or WGWC with this nice new
assignment, where participants had to blog about "triumph", as in the general
sense of success. Of course, me being the complicated
writer that I am, I couldn't settle for something simple, like acing God of War
III on the highest difficulty or getting published three times. Or, any other miniscule
achievement I could brag about while inadvertently making myself look like the
*** I tend to be on occasion.
No, those were too easy. Instead, I chose, right
before my good friend Drym nabbed the spot first, to talk about a triumph that
isn't really a triumph in the conventional sense for me, since I'm a quandary
like that. I've been meaning to discuss this for a while actually, so I guess I'd
like to thank BHW for providing the incentive for me to do so.
When I first considered tackling the subject, I'd watch as November
rolled by each year and do nothing; yet as personal matters affected my ability
to socialize with my friends on GIO for a while - hence my hiatus, as mojo can
attest - I knew things were only a matter of time, and I've felt the urge to
begin the subject slowly approaching up until this very moment.
"Well LEVON, stop procrastinating and get on with it!"
Alright, sheesh! (You know you were thinking it) I guess I'll just blurt it out
then: *Takes a deep breath, pops knuckles*
That's right; Epilepsy. I'm not sure if you're aware of the
neurological disorder, but for a more in-depth look, check here.
Otherwise, I'll simplify it: I have seizures. No, not grand mal
seizures in particular, though I've had a couple before, one where I broke
a Sobe bottle with a single hand and now have shards of glass permanently sealed
inside my palm as a reminder; not petit mal
seizures, though mine can be similar. Mine are far more complicated: complex
partial, or temporal lobe seizures.
For those curious, I do not have photosensitive seizures,
which are triggered by flashing lights and other patterns such as strobes. I
can let Kanye's "All of the Lights" assault my eyes with waves of colors and
flashing neon images without so much as a single aura(those are what some
Epileptics experience prior to having a seizure). There are, as I've shown,
several types of Epilepsy that manifest. Most important, however, is the
question of how my condition relates to the narrative of triumph I'm supposed
to be recounting. I can tell you at the very least, that my triumph is
something ineffably bittersweet.