Due to excuses mostly unrelated to epilepsy, I haven't been posting on this blog as frequently as I once did—I'll try to be better, but no promises. I had an appointment with my epilepsy specialist on Thursday, though, so I figured that I'd make the effort to write a shortish entry with a (kind of … Continue reading Boring Update
I'm a little late—what else is new?—with this, but I thought I'd write a bit about my latest visit to the neuro ward, a.k.a. my home away from home this year. First: I've been out for a while now, so yay! In fact, with the medication adjustment done in hospital, I'm super stable. In fact, … Continue reading Belated Update: Another Visit to 5B (Yeah, I Know)
I met with my epileptologist last Wednesday to follow up on the hospitalizations that seem to have plagued me this summer. Each of these mini vacays (ha…) from my everyday life has resulted in a heavier medication load than ever before, and since I've been deemed ineligible for resective surgery (for now, at least), I'm … Continue reading Becoming a Cyborg/Making Decisions/Drawing Questionable Pictures
I woke up yesterday morning to two missed calls and a voicemail from an "unknown" number. I've been doing this chronic-illness thing long enough to know that 95% of the time, if you're a heavy user of the health-care system, an unknown caller means a medical office, usually one in a hospital. Sure enough, it … Continue reading Same-Day Appointment with My Epileptologist: Success/the Beginning of a Multi-Month Pregabalin Breakup
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
I had an appointment with my epileptologist yesterday that was significant in two regards. In fact, I left feeling much better than I had walking in, which isn't always the case. (Please note that the fact that I often sit in the streetcar dejected and downtrodden after discussing the misworkings of my brain is not … Continue reading It’s Like Saying Goodbye to a Horrible, Clingy Friend: I’m Finally Breaking Up with Topamax
