One day, I was fine. The next I opened my eyes to a paramedic asking me how many fingers he was holding up. The good news was that it wasn't a brain tumour, but it turned out to be epilepsy - faulty wiring that I never knew I had, could not control, and could theoretically pull my plug out any time it wanted. A self-absorbed single woman of 31 suddenly had an invisible disability, and had her eyes opened to how easily life can change. You, reading this, could wake up tomorrow to a tingle or