Third time around

I have now had three seizures.  Nine months apart.  What kind of a disorder manifests every nine months, punctuated with no driving for six months each time?  At least this time I got to have it at home sitting in my favorite chair.  No public spectacle or Emergency Room.  This time I knew enough to call.

This time I knew it was coming

Next to the blueberries

In the grocery store,

After the aisle

Of gourmet cheese.

I knew

I should call for a ride home.

Next to the blueberries,

A turn around the pile of navel oranges,

After the gourmet cheese,

This time

I knew enough

To call.