Tag: mental health

A Post about Dolls

First, an update on this hospital stay: I’m still here. I’m still tired of being here. I’m now tired of writing about being here. And that, my friends, is all the justification I need to shift gears and blog about dolls. This isn’t going to be a controversial post about whether or not parents should … Continue reading A Post about Dolls →

Cooperative Ketoing

I've now entered a new stage of my ketogenic-diet-for-seizure-control experiment. More accurately, since this is a joint effort in which he cooks the food and I eat it, my husband and I have made the transition to a stricter and, with any luck, more effective phase of (my) ketoing for (my) medical purposes. It was … Continue reading Cooperative Ketoing →

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 COVID-19 Post to Add to the Millions in Your Inbox (Please Read!)

As Canada locks down to prevent the spread of COVID-19, Toronto—the city in which I live—has taken bold, necessary steps to “flatten the curve.” Elementary and secondary schools are closed. Public libraries are closed. Most retail outlets are closed. Universities have transitioned to online learning. Lots of other stuff has happened in the gap between … Continue reading A COVID-19 Post to Add to the Millions in Your Inbox (Please Read!) →

Eight Weeks, and All I Have to Show for Them Is a Mostly Unedited Blog Post (and lots of empty Ensure Plus bottles and many seizures and significant progress)

For several weeks, I kept going back to the same now-musty post in my drafts folder, making minor changes, staring at what I’d written, and then inevitably becoming overwhelmed and distracted by other tasks, 9.5 times out of 10 a meal or a bottle of Ensure Plus. It was time to acknowledge that the longer, … Continue reading Eight Weeks, and All I Have to Show for Them Is a Mostly Unedited Blog Post (and lots of empty Ensure Plus bottles and many seizures and significant progress) →