A seizure requiem

I don't remember it at all. As I opened my eyes the shadows in my room have changed dramatically. I wonder if I fell back asleep. Thoughts are either clumping together or not stringing at all. Where are my eggs for breakfast. This is hard to write. I forgot something I feel bad. I want to lay and do nothing.  I am jambalaya.  Recover me.

Lets experiment

Today is no ordinary day. The roles have reversed and I am teaching. Lets have a day when youll tape your mouth for the entire day.  you want eggs or oatmeal? I say oatmeal while I am already imagining eggs with ketchup. Sometimes I want neither. Sometimes I am still hungry or full. Sometimes my head is rotten feeling and I am packed with teachers.

Yesterday was terrible. I was the worst version of myself. I stepped of the ledge called progress.As I fell, I hurt others, causing ripples of turmoil that will hunt everyone for a while. Immediate regret settles in after the meltdown, I wish I could rewind like on my TV and replay a better version of myself. I hope I remember this feeling next time I am ballistic. Believe me, I do.