Today something I’d started to think would never happen at long last did (happen, that is). Call it a September miracle, call it the cumulation of over nine months of intensive medical treatment, call it what you want. All that matters is that I’m home. Not that I was excited to leave or anything. I’ve … Continue reading And Now, Home(!)
As I’m sure you’re aware, last Monday—my transfer day—has come and gone. I didn’t back out at the last minute; I was in near-constant freak-out mode; I experienced a weird ambulance ride with a nurse (one of my favourites), me on a stretcher because it’s policy even though I’m mobile and could’ve made the journey … Continue reading Oh Hey There, It’s Me in the Neuro Ward
Well, big (to me) news: tomorrow I’m being transferred to the epilepsy monitoring unit at a nearby hospital. I’ll stay for a week, two at the very most, and then be transferred back to this bed, which will be held for me in the meantime. With the hope that information can be gathered that will … Continue reading A Mini Vacay! (Kind of/JK.)
I’ve been feeling so much better since that episode of status epilepticus. As I’ve had time to recover from the seizure itself, my Dilantin level has gradually come down, though it’s not yet at an ideal place (more on that in a moment). Best of all, and somewhat paradoxically, I’ve been having way fewer seizures … Continue reading A Silvery Dilantinish Lining
Well, readers, this has been quite the week. Let me start with the positive: I’m starting to feel significantly better, and I’m not dead. (I guess those two things are connected.) Oh, and I don’t remember most of Monday and Tuesday, which is probably good. Yep, I’m being pretty dramatic. I feel like I deserve … Continue reading A Terrible Week
I’m working on a normal-length post about something more important than what I’m about to document, but since an ... inspiring(?) event has transpired in the meantime, I find myself spontaneously moved to write. I mean, how could I not inform you that a Ketocal explosion recently took place in my hospital room? “Explosion” is, … Continue reading This Post Is about a (Minor) Ketocal Explosion
A great/possibly the best thing about being confined to a hospital unit (for seven months, as of yesterday 😐) is feeling justified in wearing whatever the h-e-double-hockey-sticks I so desire. As it turns out, what I so desire, at least 90% of the time, are sweatpants paired with a novelty T-shirt. I’m well aware that … Continue reading Novelty T-Shirts and Why I Love Them
New visitors policies for this hospital system were recently announced. I was told yesterday that under the updated guidelines, my husband can now be classified as an "Essential Care Partner" and visit me twice a week for two hours at a go. My nurse was fantastic about getting the requisite paperwork filled out so that … Continue reading Ninth Wedding Anniversary: A PDA (Sorry, Husband)
Look at me, blogging more regularly! #bored The bad news is, as the title of this post makes abundantly clear, that this one's a real downer. Sorry. I'll balance that out a little with a picture of the bulletin board in my room. In case you're wondering, the duck's name is Marvin, and he works … Continue reading A Bad Day
If you know me irl (internet slang!!!) or are a regular reader of this blog, you're probably aware that I'm someone who places great value on controlling every aspect of my life I possibly can. My ability to stick to rigid, self-imposed rules is, as I've learned, a power that I can use for good … Continue reading Seizures, Supplements, and Sweatpants (Control!)
