Reminder to self: Please don't forget paella. I love paella. Paella is wonderful.
Don't forget Aly either. She's even more wonderful than paella. If you have a choice, you can forget paella instead.
This post really isn't about paella at all.
I hate this.
Yesterday, Aly made me paella. And then today she made fajitas and I think I might be spoiled. Then I received another visit from Dietrich Gottlieb. Who now, it seems, has added me to his livejournal.
Dietrich...you know this just might qualify as stalking, right?
I've decided to stop taking the pills. I've been on corticosteroids and anti-seizure pills as well just to...help with things. But I feel like all they're doing is slowing everything down and I have to watch myself deteriorate and this excruciatingly slow pace, and I can't do it anymore. So I'm not going to take them. Which...probably means things are going to get worse a lot faster. It'll also mean I might have more seizures and I'll be in more pain. But less time for me...it seems like more pain for less time is an appropriate trade. At least I think it is.
I just thought you all should know.
Please know you have every right to disagree with me, and I'll accept what you say. You probably won't change my mind, but I do respect that other people might not think this is a good decision. And I want you to know it's okay to tell me that.
Edit: Oh...I forgot. Because...crazy. Uhm...Razvan was here. But he wasn't here to be scary or...lock me in anything. He was here to ask for help. He's in the hospital now. Voluntarily. And I promise I didn't make it up, because Thomas saw it too. Even though I think he wanted to beat Razvan up before helping him. He didn't...