Exciting!!

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.

 

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The day after

I’m not going to lie… I cried a lot yesterday. As I stalked my best friend on my iPhone as she ran the race, watching her every meeting point, I cried. I jumped up and cheered as she crossed the finish line. I wish I was more stable. I wish I could be there for her. I wish, I wish, I wish. But as that old saying goes “wish in one hand, shit in the other, see which gets filled first”, wishing doesn’t change much.

Caroline understands, and she’s always been supportive. I just feel like an awful friend, not being there screaming at her & for her. Maybe next time I’ll bring a vuvuzela and tick off everyone.

So, the reality is, how many of you have friends that will run (literally) one mile for you?  I’ve got a best friend that will fly across oceans and run 26 miles for me.  Pretty much, I’ve got the best-est best friend ever.

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