a time ago I never thought I would be here, after my head was smashed off the back of a wooden settee I began taking fits.
it's scary being told that you might have four things wrong with you when three of them meant I might die, as time past after many hospital visits and two long stays. I was told I have epilepsy!
the first neurosurgeon I saw was awful and all though I should not complain the hospital was dirty with a lady shaver on the floor and a soiled pair of knickers left in the draw.
after two year and needing a wheelchair to get around in I was lucky enough to see a very good neurosurgeon who was kind to me when I had to see him, after a few more brain scans he told me I had epilepsy.
can you imagine my relief as I realized I was not going to die? I am here and alive.
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