WARNING: Photographs of injuries, which are explicit in nature. Not for the squeamish.
This time, I have no glorious bruises to show you (which, for me, makes a nice change actually) but I do have some pretty epic injuries all the same. Therefore, it’s time for me to do some epilepsy awareness stuff again. Blackouts. I hate blackouts. They last for mere seconds, but they can do a … More Epilepsy: Here We Go Again
Yes, I have just shown you the three stages that a damaged liver goes through. I owe this post to a beloved friend of mine from the States, who was already dying when I e-met her, but who urged me to fight and live. She died last November, just before my birthday. So I’m writing … More How My Liver Is Killing Me
It’s that time of year again, when the lovely people at Epilepsy Action start their drive to raise awareness of epilepsy. This year they asked members to contact them and tell them what epilepsy means to sufferers as individuals – because no two epileptic patients are affected in the same way, and this needs to … More March 26th: Purple Day For Epilepsy
Instead of throwing myself out of the bedroom window in utter despair, I’ve decided that I’d rather drink tea and write my book. It has been pointed out that depression doesn’t suit me half so well as absolute blind fury (hence the picture of Dark Phoenix being, um, Dark Phoenix). Besides, it’s not very productive, … More Blind Fury: My Newest Superpower