Jul 01, 2006 13:24
I think I might just turn this into Deanna's seizure diary.
Had another on Thursday night - driving down the interstate with my 14 year old sister. Luckily enough, I told her what to do if this scenario were to ever have happened, and she shined on through. Grabbed the wheel, jacked the e-brake, and called for help.
I found it amusing at first, but now it just seems kind of creepy. We apparently almost hit a wall at about 70 mph. Not the kind of thing you want to hear.
Test results keep coming back normal normal normal.
I need to get the fuck out of this area and see some real doctors.
License is gone for 6 months this time. Woot.
This now means that I'm NOT going to be commuting to Bloomsburg in the fall, so now I have to go find myself a nice apartment within walking distance, ANNNNNND a job. STUPID.
I know I'm probably being melodramatic, but I don't care. The last year or so of my life has been a torturous hell. Every time I think I get ahead, I get slammed right back down in the mud. I keep on being told to stay positive.
Fuck it.