There are some things I'm starting to miss in my life that make me really resent this condition I have called Epilepsy. I'm sure you've heard of it. Some people collapse without a moments warning, shaking uncontrollably before coming round in a daze and not having a clue what their own name is, never mind that of the current monarch. This was me five years ago and I thought I was going to die. Not to put too fine a point on it, it's a fucking crap condition to live with but it's one that is a part of me and therefore I have no choice but to get on with my life. Medication taken at twelve-hourly intervals keeps it under control but there's no saying I won't have another seizure at any time.
But I look after myself, you see. I don't drink, don't smoke, don't get too stressed unless my husband speaks to me, I eat healthy-ish, I exercise regularly, and I try to get plenty rest, even if it's just half an hour sitting on the bed staring into space. There have been times recently, however, where I've felt like murdering an alcoholic beverage - Southern Comfort, Baileys, Cider, Red Wine, all drinks I enjoyed far too regularly, once upon a time. I'd like to go and watch a movie at the cinema occasionally but the frequency in the projected images could affect the wires that don't quite fuse together in my brain. I'd like to go to a concert once in a while but I can't risk strobe or flashing lights.
In a parallel universe I can see myself bopping in a nightclub with a large glass in one hand, a ciggie in the other, and my high heels clicking the dance floor. I miss my 20s. They were easy and carefree. I'd like them back, just for a little while.