Feelings of Impending Doom

I have seizures in my sleep, so everytime I go to sleep I risk biting my tongue so hard I won't ever wake up again. It's just not something I care to think deeply about, because it's apparently not in my control, since none of the medication I've been put on seems to help.

On the plus side it only seems to happen a few times a year, so most often I forget all about it until it randomly comes up again and I spend a week or so unable to eat solid food while my tongue heals itself up.

This last time I apparently almost choked to death on the blood/saliva because I was laying on my back. It really isn't *THAT* bad though, but it means living alone would be pretty risky, I guess. At least until they find a drug that actually works for me.

I'm not sure how relevant that was but it does lead to a lot of not so funny jokes about predicting when and how I'll probably die.

Jam it back in, in the dark.