Tag: anxiety

Six Months, and All I Have to Show for Them Is Significant Progress and a Cheesy Paint by Numbers

While eating the second avocado of my breakfast this morning, I realized that today is the six-month mark of this hospitalization. Six months. That's ... a significant amount of time. Seriously. So much has changed outside these walls since I got here: seasons have passed, a pandemic has begun, major change is taking place in … Continue reading Six Months, and All I Have to Show for Them Is Significant Progress and a Cheesy Paint by Numbers →

A Glimmer of Hope for “a Challenging Case of Very Intractable Epileptic Seizures”

It's a pretty normal Saturday in hospital land. I've eaten many things and drunk many Ketocals. I've socialized a little (something I wasn't doing much of when my postictal psychosis was at its worst) and considered building a new LEGO set. I've had a seizure. My seizure frequency means that I wake up knowing that … Continue reading A Glimmer of Hope for “a Challenging Case of Very Intractable Epileptic Seizures” →

A Short, Self-Congratulatory, and Poorly Edited Post (I Went on a Trip and Didn’t Die!)

As I write this, I'm on my way home from the vacation in British Columbia that I had to reschedule last month. As I actually post this, I've been back in Toronto for several days. This means that I made it to my departure date without needing to reschedule for a second time; made it to … Continue reading A Short, Self-Congratulatory, and Poorly Edited Post (I Went on a Trip and Didn’t Die!) →

Endocrinology Appointment for the Weak-Boned and Strong-Willed

My bone health has been an ongoing concern due to my anticonvulsants, several of which can cause decreased bone density, and to my eating disorder. My dread of this year's bone scan and endocrinologist appointment was not, then, entirely irrational, though it was admittedly a little extreme. Unsure whether or not I could handle the … Continue reading Endocrinology Appointment for the Weak-Boned and Strong-Willed →

Awareness of a Different and Very Uncomfortable Variety

I’m nearing the end—I think; fingers crossed—of an episode of postictal psychosis that began a day after a cluster of seizures I had on Thursday night, continued through the weekend, and seemed to get worse Monday afternoon, perhaps because my brain decided to surprise me with another seizure cluster on Sunday evening. Of all the … Continue reading Awareness of a Different and Very Uncomfortable Variety →

Self-Managing

I recently signed up for a six-part workshop on chronic-illness self-management offered by one of my healthcare providers. I'd say I'm pretty good at self-managing my primary chronic-health condition—I do my best, anyhow—but God knows there's always room for improvement, and since I'm currently making optimizing seizure control and my recovery from anorexia nervosa my … Continue reading Self-Managing →