I’m so excited. My best friend is going to be here shortly. I have prepared lasagna for dinner (which will be a late dinner, definitely), I have cleaned… ish… my house. I even managed to get my car inspected so Caroline and Adam will be able to go where they please, when they please (the tags expired in August. Whoops). I have made plans.
The thing is, no matter how many plans you make, how excited you get as someone with epilepsy your life is completely unpredictable. As of this second I’m fine. In 20 minutes my life could flip upside-down and my excitement may turn to fear that I’ve ruined my best friend’s holiday as I’ll be too tired to move.
I don’t think its fair that this is how I have to think. I don’t think its fair that I have to depend on others to get the basics in my life accomplished. It isn’t. I try to stay positive, I try to not worry about the simple things. My best friend will be my best friend regardless of how our time together goes. She’ll understand, she always has, not just about my seizures, but about me as a friend.