I See/Hear Colors

I've never been a hypochondriac. Well, I say I haven't. I've always had headaches (every day for years...I can't remember a day when I didn't have one,) but once they started getting serious, once the migraines graced my presence, I tried to convince myself I had a brain tumor. Actually, I've never told that one before. *sigh of relief* Then again, this may place me as an unreliable narrator.

Okay here's my point: for a while, I thought seeing colors was normal. We all see colors, right? Example: My oddly shaped mole on my arm is very dark brown. (Oh no! Oddly shaped mole?! Could this be....) Our Halloween decorations are orange.

I see those colors. But I also hear colors. Or when I hear certain things, I see colors. Example: at church, when I hear people sing in harmony, I see this vibrant shape of multi-colored, blooming flowery things.

I know, you're thinking WTF?

I know. I know. But I never even questioned it until I read a memoir with a girl who may/not have epilepsy, and she has auras. These auras are colorful and surround people like halos.

Auras? Colors? Hmmm...

I immediately went to my Nursing major roomie Elizabeth, "DUDE, do I have epilepsy?"

She asked me a series of questions and shortly determined that no, I do not in fact have epilepsy, but those with epilepsy generally have seizures. Did I have seizures?

No, not that I know of.

So I've decided to accept the fact that I see colors/hear colors at random moments of time. Good news=my days are usually pretty when I hear music. (This happens with instruments, too.)

Okay I'm done now.