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Boy Inside: A Journey Through Life and Epilepsy
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Title: Boy Inside: A Journey Through Life and Epilepsy
Author: Jonathan Trumbull
D: 1726328
ISBN: 9781413762341
Publisher: Publishamerica Inc
Published: 2005
Binding: Paperback
Language: English
Number of Pages: 182
Condition Note: Excellent, unmarked copy with little wear and tight binding. We ship in recyclable American-made mailers. 100% money-back guarantee on all orders.
Publisher Description: The seizure is a beast. It invades without remorse and drives me to the floor in an instant. The child I was is now lost, hiding and alone. The animal that I have become cares not for the boy. It demands only to be released. In violence and pain, I surrender to the beast and can only watch in helplessness as my body begins to vibrate from the spasms that are the voice of this particular seizure. The bliss of unconsciousness does not come. I ache for it, and wish for it, but am resigned in the knowledge that it will not save me today. Instead the beast slams me face first into the floor and I taste the blood run down my throat as my nose begins to bleed. For me this is all too routine.
Author: Jonathan Trumbull
D: 1726328
ISBN: 9781413762341
Publisher: Publishamerica Inc
Published: 2005
Binding: Paperback
Language: English
Number of Pages: 182
Condition Note: Excellent, unmarked copy with little wear and tight binding. We ship in recyclable American-made mailers. 100% money-back guarantee on all orders.
Publisher Description: The seizure is a beast. It invades without remorse and drives me to the floor in an instant. The child I was is now lost, hiding and alone. The animal that I have become cares not for the boy. It demands only to be released. In violence and pain, I surrender to the beast and can only watch in helplessness as my body begins to vibrate from the spasms that are the voice of this particular seizure. The bliss of unconsciousness does not come. I ache for it, and wish for it, but am resigned in the knowledge that it will not save me today. Instead the beast slams me face first into the floor and I taste the blood run down my throat as my nose begins to bleed. For me this is all too routine.
