Two seizures in a month. Dislocated shoulder both times. Cellulitis after the first one, continuing infected. The seizure threshold is dropping. Everything causes seizures now. Medication I used to take years ago without much side effect now causes a seizure within eight hours.
Dying? If only I could be sure. But then I would want access to firearms, which I don’t have. Kidding. I’m fairly sure I’m far too cowardly to do anything decisive (despite encouragement from the peanut gallery).
So, I will try to restart work tomorrow. We shall see how long I stay off the floor. There are some who would seize—no pun intended—the opportunity, regardless the consequences. And I have little else to do. Plus a doctors note saying I can return to work.
Yipee.