tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537698014022367432.post1207052606344739481..comments2011-04-12T16:36:28.106-07:00Comments on the Little Hospital Bill: "They Didn't Have Whiteout with Typewriters"theLittleHospitalBillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01156038419673132192noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2537698014022367432.post-7805528299964545872011-02-08T16:55:48.170-08:002011-02-08T16:55:48.170-08:00I absolutely love your essay :) I know what you me...I absolutely love your essay :) I know what you mean when you say you didn't get a reaction. The first time I wrote about having epilepsy I was so nervous about revealing my condition, no matter that I had already had surgery to correct it, to my classmates and have them looking at me differently. Like now that they knew I'd had a different experience from them that I would somehow become a leper. But after I shared my story with the class (this was 6th grade mind you) we just moved onto the next person. There was no comment on what happened and no condemnation or support for what I went through. Where you were puzzled at the reaction of your classmates I was releived. So what that everyone knew? They didn't say anything about it and we were able to gloss over it. Although this seemed like it gave my situation less importance it helped me get over the anxiety of sharing it with people. Now I tell people that I used to have epilepsy and once they get over the initial shock of the information their curiosity about it doesn't bother me. It may be different because I no longer have my condition and you still do and just found out about it recently but I found people glossing over it a blessing when they found out.Kelseyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05816570912220716404noreply@blogger.com