Being in an epilepsy monitoring unit is, it seems, the best anticonvulsant I’ve tried yet. At home, I have at least a few seizures a month, and that’s while on my medications. Here, I just finished tapering off Vimpat and still haven’t had a single “event.” Gotta get the seizure train rollin’ if I want to be home for Christmas (I’m trying to set my expectations low so that there’s the potential to be pleasantly surprised if I’m released within a reasonable amount of time). Blergh.
I am, to put it succinctly, bored out of my mind. And frustrated. Very frustrated. In case it wasn’t already evident, I’m really, really ready to regain my freedom and sleep in my own bed. Instead, I find myself lounging in PJs I didn’t bother changing out of this morning with a multitude of electrodes glued to my head: epilepsy chic.
Conclusion: I don’t need surgery, I need to lie around all day, every day doing nothing but eat, occasionally socialize, and make halfhearted attempts to work every once in a while. This is, I’m sure, definitely a practical/practicable long-term solution.
De Morbo Sacro: Life and/with Epilepsy 