Today marks probable-absence seizure #3.
I was getting set up to check my email, as this professor has cancelled last minute before. I sent a text to my boyfriend, and then…somewhere between 20 and 25 minutes went by.
I emailed the dean and the disability liason about what’s going on, as I figure at this point I need any help I can get and I’m not sure how to tell my professors what’s going on. See, I can deal with the regular disability stuff without a problem, but this? I don’t want to sound like I’m making excuses.
Somehow ‘I may look like I’m daydreaming, but I’m not. After an event, I am so exhausted I can’t even count out ten seconds, much less take public transit to school and manage a freaked out service dog and attend classes that are incredibly cerebral. And oh yeah, the public transit workers are threatening to strike starting Friday. Even if they’re around, I can only wake up so early because of my other disabilities and what they do to my sleep cycle. Ooh, and if that’s not enough, hey, I fall asleep randomly and have no control over that right now.’
Gah. Gah indeed.
…and actually, thinking about it, this may be #4. I assumed I’d fallen asleep, but come to think I’m not certain…