Six-Month Checkup: Ugh (Positivity!)

I had an appointment with my epileptologist last Wednesday. I make this weird assumption that specialists are going to be angry about something that I did or didn't do or about the fact that I haven't made better "progress," even if the lack thereof isn't my fault. And so I was incredibly anxious on Tuesday … Continue reading Six-Month Checkup: Ugh (Positivity!) →

Sense of Impending Doom

One night last week, I had just finished brushing my teeth and was heading to bed when I stopped dead in my tracks, paralyzed by fear. “What’s wrong?” my husband asked. “I feel a SENSE OF IMPENDING DOOM,” I replied, in exactly those words. As per my recent explanation/tirade, the period after a tonic-clonic seizure can … Continue reading Sense of Impending Doom →