Day 17: “Do I know you?”

I’m hoping this blog entry is the result of a bad type of medication vs. having epilepsy overall (the first would mean it’s a lot less common). It’s likely something my doctor prescribed back in the early 2000’s when I was “medication hopping”, trying (and failing) to find a combination that would prevent my seizures. It wasn’t until I spent some time in the hospital with a bunch of wires glued to my head that they found where the problem area was in my brain and picked an effective pair of meds.

The result I’m referring to is having a really bad long-term memory. I remember very little from high school and college, which makes reunions extremely awkward:

“Hey, remember when we—”
“No. No, I don’t.”

As a result, I’ve only been to one of each: one for high school and one for college. I hate the idea of people reflecting on our good ol’ days and I don’t know what they’re talking about. I can usually recognize former classmates, but our history together? The classes we took, the events we attended, the games of D&D we played? Not likely. I hate it and it also scares me a little. I don’t like being in a room full of strangers in the first place, but a room of strangers who know me and I should know, but don’t? Even worse.

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