Forced Meditation

One of the EMU techs came into my room a few afternoons ago and told me about a new policy: for ten minutes of every hour, I'm supposed to sit quietly, eyes closed, and "chill out." "I'm asking all my patients to do this," she said. "It's so that we get some clean EEG readings." … Continue reading Forced Meditation →

At Long Last, a Seizure!

Well, it finally happened: I had a seizure last night! Just a complex partial, but I'll take it. I've ever been this happy following an experience that should be semi-traumatic, except for maybe after a seizure the last time I was in the EMU. I had my electrodes changed yesterday, too, so it's basically like … Continue reading At Long Last, a Seizure! →

Best Anticonvulsant Ever

Being in an epilepsy monitoring unit is, it seems, the best anticonvulsant I've tried yet. At home, I have at least a few seizures a month, and that’s while on my medications. Here, I just finished tapering off Vimpat and still haven’t had a single “event.” Gotta get the seizure train rollin’ if I want … Continue reading Best Anticonvulsant Ever →

Sleep Deprivation for a Cause

There was a new epileptologist doctor on duty today, and she suggested that I try sleep deprivation to get the seizure train rolling. This means staying up until four in the morning, sleeping until nine, then making it through the day without naps—which, to be honest, is an only slightly shifted and shortened version of … Continue reading Sleep Deprivation for a Cause →

Sudden Turn of Events: Epilepsy Monitoring Unit/Worst Staycay Ever (Days 1 and 2 Complete!)

How quickly things change. One minute I'm blogging about a pesky tooth infection; the next, I'm lounging in a hospital bed in my moose PJs hoping for as many seizures in as short a time as possible so that I can rejoin the outside world and become a productive member of society again (it's all … Continue reading Sudden Turn of Events: Epilepsy Monitoring Unit/Worst Staycay Ever (Days 1 and 2 Complete!) →

Epilepsy and the Importance of Community

Some of the young adults that I've been collaborating with since the epilepsy summit that I attended in DC in July 2014 met in Toronto this past weekend to discuss our progress, plan upcoming projects, and work on our current one. It was an engaging, intense, fulfilling few days, and for the first time in … Continue reading Epilepsy and the Importance of Community →

Purple Tears (of Gratitude)

This morning my husband and I woke up early (well, early for a Sunday) and went downtown to the starting point for the inaugural Purple Walk for Epilepsy, which took place in conjunction with BuskerFest in support of Epilepsy Toronto. Before continuing, I'll say that Tristan Thompson, a famous NBA player, was there, and I was … Continue reading Purple Tears (of Gratitude) →

Broken Tooth and Shattered Dream: But Really, It Could’ve Been Worse

My last post was a triumphant one, so I feel a little guilty cancelling that out by being a total downer, but, you know. Gotta keep it real. Life is, after all, keeping me on my toes. I was debating whether or not to write a separate entry about the dental trauma that I experienced last … Continue reading Broken Tooth and Shattered Dream: But Really, It Could’ve Been Worse →

Flashback … Sunday? (I Was on a Plane!)

I was going to post this last Wednesday upon landing, but the airline lost my bag, and I temporarily lost the ability to think about anything but the fact that my beloved stuffed bear, Bear, was potentially gone forever or about the fact that the whole ordeal was really drawn-out and frustrating from start to … Continue reading Flashback … Sunday? (I Was on a Plane!) →

Why I Sat in the Laundromat a Few Afternoons Ago Reflecting on the Nature of “Invisible” Illness As I Experience It

A few days ago, I read a great article in The Atlantic with the delightfully self-explanatory title "Living with Invisible Illness." This piece of writing has popped into my poor 'ol maybe-concussed head several times since. (Yep, maybe-concussed, but I don't really feel like getting into the particulars of the maybe-concussion. What a life, huh?? What … Continue reading Why I Sat in the Laundromat a Few Afternoons Ago Reflecting on the Nature of “Invisible” Illness As I Experience It →