I hope you corrected the woman from the hospital Leonie, I would have said "I am not an 'epileptic', I 'have epilepsy'" sounds positively antiquated in her attitude to me, but them I am mega over-sensitive today. Glad you are going to get the chance to get your cytoscopy done at a bigger hospital though.
I am having a horrible day and feel really pathetic. In fact I just sobbed all the way home from dropping dd at nursery, came in, sat down and sobbed all over again.
I think part of it is probably PMT, part of it is still feeling all over the place about my appointment and what I am going to do, part of it is ds2 going away with school for the weekend and the rest is just sheer exhaustion.
I have hardly slept at all for two nights now. It's taking hours to drop off, then I wake in the small ours and don't get back to sleep, just keep tossing and turning until dh's alarm goes off at 6.00 am. No episodes to speak off but feel generally 'buzzy' and kind of electric, iykwim and have a horrible burning headachey pain deep in my right temple that feels like something is trying to burn it's way out 
as well as flashing lights and spots and what feels like a developing migraine - and I have two more school runs and a school meeting to do, plus I have to finish ds2's packing and type up a packing list for him.
Dh very kindly text his boss and told him he'd be late in so he could take the boys to school this morning as I was just non-functional. Sat vegetating with Cbeebies babysitting dd for a while, got up, walked in the kitchen and an empty floradix bottle jumped off the drainer and smashed to smithereens. It was one of the giant bottles and it went everywhere, all over the kitchen, the laundry, bathroom and even into the living room - yet there was no-one anywhere near it when it fell. It took forever to find and clear up every last shard of glass and by then my head was pounding.
Dd had lunch, went to the toilet, came in to put her uniform on and deposited to lovely lumps of poo on the living room floor! 
I was so shocked that I shouted and she was totally traumatised because I never shout at her. Managed to clean her and the floor up, came back and realised it was all over the inside of her jeans as well. Then she told me she hadn't put any pants on this morning, because Daddy didn't get any out for her. 
No excuse, she knows where they are in her room, can reach them and has got her own out many times in the past. So of course feeling as I do I snapped at her again and she was really upset.
Made up, had a cuddle and reinforced the whole Mummy loves you even when she's cross thing and she seemed fine, then just before we went to go out, when she was already in her coat etc, she started panicking that she needed the toilet again, making us late. She didn't need to go, but when I went in to check she was frantically wiping her bottom despite not having done anything and looking really worried.
I feel terrible, because we've only just got her over serious anxiety about going to the toilet (and she was going literally every five minutes at one point) since she got upset when another child was injured at nursery and three other children wet themselves afterwards. It's taken lots of support and various strategies to stop her stressing about going and also sitting on the toilet for hours not 'producing' anything and we've only just been able to stop using the timer to time 5 minutes from when she gets on and then she has to get off and leave it an hour before she tries again. Now she's back to stressing and it's my fault for losing my temper with her. 
Can't get warm either today for some reason today. I am not generally a cold person, but despite a jumper and a sweatshirt I am shivering. I suppose that's probably hormonal as well.
I feel so pathetically wobbly, all I want to do is go and curl up under my duvet and I can't.
Sorry for the whinge. 