Powering Up

I'm not going to pretend that I didn't go into the neurology appointment I had last Thursday with a clear goal and unrealistically high hopes that I'd achieve it. Given the level of anticipatory anxiety I usually experience before most encounters with medical professionals (no matter how kind and understanding said professional may be), and … Continue reading Powering Up →

Personal Support

I meant to write this post a month or so ago but never got around to it. This morning, though, a conversation with a friend reminded me that this, of all things, is something to document in a semi-public forum. Here I am, then, documenting it semi-publicly, basking in my own glory (what else is … Continue reading Personal Support →

Sunday Night in the ER

I'll start with a disclaimer: for obvious reasons, my memories of the event that's the topic of this post are kind of spotty, so I'm relying on witnesses (i.e., my husband) for much of what makes up the following. We're going to have to go ahead and assume that I wasn't being trolled when the … Continue reading Sunday Night in the ER →

Cost of Control

I complain so much about the side effects of the anticonvulsants that I’ve been prescribed—the infamous Topamax, not Lamictal, which I also take but tolerate very well—that I forget how lucky I am to be able to afford these meds in the first place. When I go to the pharmacy to pick up a monthly … Continue reading Cost of Control →