I don't know what to feel about my exes being part of my life again. I mean I could care less because I'm way over it. But it gets complicated when they start talking about what we had. It's really awkward and I don't like feeling awkward with someone, because I totally shuts them down. I just don't dwell on the past like I used to. It's hard to give friendship if they're gonna keep talking about the past. 

So I’m sitting at the kitchen table and looking up sewing machine prices on my mom’s laptop, nbd. I’m texting people, including my mom. I was going to leave for the grocery store shortly. Suddenly, I wake up in an ambulance. Literally, typing in a website and then an ambulance. I have no recollection of what happened between that. Obviously, pretty scary. The emt is like, “Julie, are you okay?" I start sobbing because, like, wtf. “Julie, it’s okay. You had a seizure and your dad called 911. It’s okay." I asked if this was real, was this really happening or just a dream. It was real. Once at the hospital, I was alone for a short time before my mom comes in. I know I’m not dreaming then. My dad appears shortly after. Long story short: pee test, blood work, and cat scan all show up fine. AND I’M NOT PREGNANT (it took everything in me not to make jokes about that to the doctors, seeing as I haven’t had sex and I’m currently talking to a girl). I was apparently completely tense and foaming at the mouth when it happened, according to my dad. I’m sore and bruised, but I’m okay. This is the first time I’ve ever had a seizure and hopefully the last.