Of seasons changing and holding hands

So apparently there are 99 days left in 2013. When the hell did that happen? Though the past 6 months have felt like 6 years. It’s funny how a certain amount of time can feel like no time at all and forever at the same time. I have no idea what the last 99 days are going to throw at me. Currently, things are on an upswing. I’m still standing. My favorite season is starting to peek its head out. The pain associated with this time of year isn’t as bad. I don’t feel like I want to crawl in a hole and hide every day. I have my moments, as is to be expected, but they’re easier to bounce back from. I still won’t be able to drive come the end of the year, but I should be well on my way. My two favorite holidays are coming up. There are pumpkin spice lattes to be had (in moderation, of course). There are cute boots to wear. There are blazers to be tailored and worn to their full advantage. The parties will be fewer and further between because of all the babies / toddlers in the group. Honestly, I’d be happy spending New Year’s Eve curled up on the couch with Boy watching a movie and changing over to the obligatory network show 5 minutes to midnight. And non-alcoholic champagne of course. That feeling of no time passing at all and it feeling like forever brought up a memory I haven’t thought of in a long time.

Before Boy and I were dating, I went with his brother and him to one of the big haunted houses here. It’s been on the Travel Channel. It’s well known all across the country. It’s one of those quintessential experiences if you’re in town in the 6 weeks from late September to early November.  I’d already been through twice that year, so I stayed in the parking lot enjoying the interactive characters outside. Part of the show is when you walk into the parking lot outside the house, there are people in costume to get things going. As we were walking to the car, I went to hold Boy’s hand. He gently brushed it away because he didn’t want his brother to notice. I actually didn’t even realize what I was doing until I felt him brush me away. Looking back on it, it felt the same way. It felt like I’d known him forever even though we’d only really gotten to know each other about a week or two before. I was totally comfortable around him and didn’t give that gesture a second thought.

In other news-I talked to my doctor yesterday and she increased the Keppra again. I think I was doing the best at this dosage of both. Currently, I’m on Day 19 without a full blown seizure. I’m hoping this will be the optimal mixture and I can kiss these things good bye for a while. Fingers crossed, anyway.


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