Hmm. I had settled into a potential two seizures per year. Not bad, I thought. Not bad. Particularly with a one or two hour lead-in. I can list a wealth of potential triggers. Hear me out, says the neurologist, Hear me out.
Hear me out,
I say to the brain doctor.
Hear me out,
He replies.
We,
Both of us,
Listen.
The idea,
Apparently,
Is to have
No seizures at all.
The idea is to live in the world
As it is
Barometric pressure
And lighting
Notwithstanding.
Hear me out,
He says.
Hear me out,
I say.
I do.
He does.
I figure,
Like all doctors,
His goal is for me
To live forever,
Seizure-free,
Even perhaps,
Dancing in the rain.
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