When you live with epilepsy, there aren’t a whole lot of constants. Every day comes with variables – will I have a seizure today? Where will I be? Will I be able to salvage the rest of the day, or will I be down for the count – canceling time with friends, calling in sick to work – generally letting people down.
Georgie is my constant. This story will give you an idea…
I used to work at a barn, fetching horses, cleaning stalls, teaching kids. When I’d fetch horses, I’d clip Georgie to a fence that was outside the pasture the horses were in, in order that Georgie couldn’t get too close to the horses and risk getting kicked.
Normally, from the fence, Georgie could see me. But on this particular day, the horse I’d gone to catch was at the other endotracheal of the pasture, not realizing I’d be out of Georgie’s line of sight for a second.
Well, a second turned into a minute, and a minute turned into five, and when I returned to where Georgie was supposed to be, all there was was half a nylon leash dangling from the fence.
Georgie had somehow broken an unbreakable leash in half, because she didn’t know where I was and if I was okay.
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