I lead a dangerous life

The life of an epileptic. Being alone in the wrong place at the wrong time can be very bad. It can lead to serious injury or even death. Today I had just gotten done cutting a hair on my head, yes just one single hair. I went into my room. That is where my memory stops. The last thing I remember is standing in the doorway. The next thing I remember is hitting my head and feeling blood on my forehead and reaching up, confused. Then looking at my hand, which was covered in blood, and realizing I just fell and hit my head and it is bleeding. So I ran into the bathroom to look in the mirror. There was a small cut on my forehead with lots of blood rushing out of it. I looked down at my hand again it was covered in blood. I knocked on my moms door. All I could tell her was I'm bleeding. I hit my head. When she asked me how I did it I realized I had no clue how I got from standing in the doorway to hitting my head and bleeding everywhere. I realized I had no memory of falling or anything. The only logical answer is that I had a seizure. We have no proof of it happening but it seems to be the case. Now I'm restricted to the couch. Laying here in lots of pain and very sick. What a fun day. I think I am dying. Or maybe I hope I am so I can be done with all this stuff. I'm getting sick of things.