Late night thoughts about epilepsy

Strange things occur to me late at night while I am at the school marking (grrrrr – stupid report card marks). The last time (and I hope it was the the last time) I had a seizure I was alone at the school so maybe that’s what started me thinking about it. Having a seizure is basically like a sudden blue screen or whirling beach ball, depending on your operating system of choice, followed by a slow, groggy reboot. Any input that is currently in the short term memory buffer gets lost when the system freezes up. It is strange and a bit spooky to realize that at any particular moment, I might lose all memory of that moment. I guess this is what alleged UFO abductees are describing when they talk about lost time or gaps in their memory of a certain time.

The benefit of this idea occasionally surfacing into my consciousness is that I try to appreciate each moment as a gift. When I look at my kids, walk outside on a crispy autumn morning, drink a really good cup of coffee or even crank out report card marks late at night, I think of each moment – even the ones that might seem dreary – as a gift to be appreciated.

Well, enough of the navel gazing. Time to get back to the marks.