A couple days ago my bike broke down, and a mechanic stopped to offer to help. Then, while we were at his house, I had a seizure, and he drove me home...so I drew his dog to thank him

Epilepsy runs in my family, and my dad and grandfather had seizures regularly in their early twenties, so I've been expecting this to happen at some point. Neither of them had them often enough to be medicated for it, and they stopped having them when they got older, so hopefully I won't have symptoms worse than that...