“No John…I’m not proud of or happy to have epilepsy, I’m not going to celebrate having this awful, restrictive condition that negatively impacts not just my life, but the lives of millions worldwide. Do you think that I should celebrate it if I had, for instance, a limb amputation? I don’t understand…!” 😂

Now, pills taste gross, full-stop. Why do they have to be so bitter?! Anyway, rarely these days do I ever experience the detestable “flavour” of medications.. I knock them back like a croc…

I admit it: I’m a bit of a plant fiend. My love of plants started 6 years ago, shortly after my brain surgery and stint in psychiatric hospital (joyous times). I commend my incredible friend Helen for my introduction to plants - who upon discharge suggested that I get plants to make my new home more welcoming.