I finished it, and it knocked me on my ass. I don't know what to say about it. Harumph.
One thing about epilepsy that sucks is when, after you've had a seizure, the neurologist rakes a sharp metal sort of pen (for lack of a better term) down each of the soles of your feet. It's akin to getting your reflexes tested, that uncomfortable tap with the hammer that results in your leg sort of bouncing. Except it's more than uncomfortable, and it makes you jump up a bit off the vinyl chair and slide on the hygienic paper that covers it. That's what makes me think of seizures, that rake down the foot.