I was coming to the end of a ‘ticcing fit’ earlier and had entered what my friends affectionately call the lying zone. This is the bit where I’ve regained my speech and because I want the fit to be completely over I keep saying, ‘It’s finished now,’ even though it clearly hasn’t.
Leftwing Idiot, who was supporting me, wasn’t fooled by this – he knows me too well. In fact he knows my fits so well he’s able to describe with alarming accuracy what bits of my body are still not OK, and what’s about to happen next.
It’s strange, funny and reassuring listening to him talking me thorough a fit while it’s happening.