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"So you're telling me that you moved to Vancouver in October, moved to a new place, and found out your boyfriend was gay in November, moved to another new place in December, have only had approximately 3-4 hours of sleep a night since November, ended up in a coma in January, and now you think I should let you go home? Do you realize that you spent time on life support? Ms. Bates, do you understand what that means?"

How was your new years? Did you all have a good time? I hope so. I ended up having seizures and wound up in a coma for a few days. I woke up and forgot that Tyler was not my boyfriend, and was in fact my homosexual best friend. I finally made it out of the hospital at the end of January, and after having to live with my father for a while, I am finally back at my new apartment, and back at work full time. My life is a complete mess. I am okay with this. My job is moderately satisfying, my apartment is tiny, and my roommate is a touch annoying, but I'm happy for the most part.

I am however afraid that I may actually be a crazy person. My doctors think that my seizures are psychological more than physical. I keep skipping my appointments because I am afraid of what they'll tell me. I know I should want to find out what the problem is, but I'm afraid that I'll walk in as a normal person, and leave as a bi-polar medicated mess.