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Blood Moon Super Moon

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I’ve had epilepsy for my entire life.  Although, I didn’t know until I was in college.  It was quite the surprise to say the least.  I’ve known for nearly 20 years now.  Every seizure still takes me by surprise.   I can’t predict when I will have a seizure.  But right now would be a good guess.  I’ve been keeping track of my seizures for at least six or seven years.  The pattern is undeniable.  I don’t know why.  I just know that the full moon is a particularly seizure-y time of the month.

Now it’s the Supermoon and an eclipse to boot.  I am terrified of what might happen when the moon goes dark and turns red.  I am not like normal people.  I am a werewolf.  I howl at the moon.  Uncontrollably.  I don’t know now what it sounds like, you would have to ask my family.  I’m an unconscious werewolf.  My son did say that it sounded like I was barking once.

I wish I understood what it was about the full and waning moon that triggers electrical brainstorms.  My brain ebbs and flows with the tides.  I am eternally tied to the phases of the moon.  The moon is full and my brain buzzes with too much electricity.  I am concerned with flashing lights and upsetting music.  My brain needs to be insulated from my other triggers.  Get lots of sleep, stay close to bed.  Don’t get dehydrated.  Don’t go to Wine Fest Weekend.  Don’t get upset.

My worst seizure cluster occurred the night a friend of mine died.  I was too upset, my brain couldn’t take it.  It shorted out.  It was only a few days before the Full Moon.  Perigee is a scary thing.  When the moon is so close, it is so beautiful, so deadly.

Doctors and nurses, paramedics and police officers will tell you.  The Full Moon makes people do weird things.  We are 70% water, we are ruled by the gravitational forces of nature.  The moon will turn red.  My family is just hoping I make it through to the other side.  I hope it’s not a bad one this month.  I don’t want to bleed with the blood moon.  I already bit my cheek.  My mouth often takes the brunt of my seizures.  My teeth clasp and whenever I taste blood I suspect I’ve had a seizure.  They can happen so fast, faster than anyone can know.  Blood is bad sign.

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