Well, this is it: my fourth, and final, weekend in the epilepsy monitoring unit.
One of the best parts about being here has been having a medication holiday. If you’re a regular reader of my blog, you know that I’m really not a fan of Topamax, one of the anticonvulsants that I take. Since it’s been the best drug for me in terms of seizure control, I’ve reluctantly stayed on it, despite the unfortunate side effects. (I’m also on Vimpat, which has been better but also makes me a little dozy.)
There was talk about using this EMU stay as an opportunity to switch medications, but I found out last night when my AEDs were restarted (yay! I’m going home!) that that was not to be. Topamax it is.
“Maybe things will be better this time around,” I thought as I swallowed the little white pill that’s brought me so much fatigue/nausea/stupidity.
Things are not better this time around, at least not thus far. After only two doses—last night and this morning—I spent most of today drifting in and out of consciousness.
I realize, however, that I’ll need time to adjust. I’ll try to keep an open mind.
But now, I’ll sleep. Not that I have any choice.