Is she gonna die?
Today I finally called one of my old friends. Here’s a snippet:
- Listen, you’d know… can somebody die of epilepsy, and can her doctor be sure she’ll die in given amount of time?
- Ummm, I don’t think so. You don’t die from epileptic fits unless it’s an accident.
- No? But I found these “prolonged seizures” in wikipedia…
- It’s extremely rare and I don’t think it can be predicted.
- Come on. But there has to be a reason why people avoid seizures then.
- Well, if one has enough seizures, dementia kicks in. With every seizure, a part of brain dies…
- So basically, if the seizures can’t be helped, you *can* turn in a vegetable in a year or two.
- It is possible.
- Wow GOOD! Thank you bunches, this is *exactly* what I needed!
[dumbfounded pause] – May I know why you’re asking?
But I ended up with my protagonist having a brain tumor instead as I figured later that she needed to have her life at stake, not only her brain. However, the idea to have dementia looming over a protagonist is delicious; I know that I’d be more scared of eternal drooling and crapping in my bed than I am scared of death.
As far as progress is concerned, I barely did 200+ words today and I don’t know when I’ll be able to do more (I’ll try to sneak out tonight).
On the other hand, I can spend the time I’m fighting the kids by figuring out why did I get stuck (well I know why; I don’t know what happens in this scene and where the real conflict is) and eating ice-cream.
Also, I polished The Final Turn and submitted it. Keeping my fingers crossed.
