Follow up with Sarah
So yesterday I had my follow up with the neurologist. Good news: I don't have any weird shit showing up on my CT scans. (Okay, so he didn't say "shit"). He also tells me that the EEG came back abnormal. Note to others: doctors don't like it when you laugh at that. The strobing lights during the test were apparently stopped prior to sending me into another floor dance.
His diagnosis: with some certainty- Photosensitive Epilepsy.
His plan of attack: new meds- Keppra instead of the Phenobarbital; report to the local ER if it should happen again; no excitement for 6 months (they don't like it when you laugh at that either); no driving on big freeways, expressways, and the like; no playing gin online (duh). Follow-up in another two months accompanied with another EEG.
His advice: be mindful of pre-seizure like signs like weird smells, auras, feelings of deja-vu (Kinda sounds pleasant if you ask me). The meds may make you tired, don't take B6, and get a medic alert bracelet.
Last night I took the meds, and this morning I took a nap after I got up and fed the kids. I feel like a zombie. My bed is calling me again and I am trying to resist, but the kids may end up watching cartoons in my bed while I nap again.
In all- I'm happy with the results. I'm thrilled that he can tell me definitely that something is going on in my giant head. He didn't just throw his hands up and say, "I don't know." I can avoid it from happening again, and it's a good excuse to get out of a party early: "'Scuse me, we have to get going. I smell something weird, and I have to go twitch someplace quiet."
What I want to know is: How many times do I have to pee myself to get a handicapped parking spot?
Labels: Body disfunctions
posted by Sarah at
Thursday, March 22, 2007
8 Comments:
Well, that's mostly good. I mean, you know what it is. How well do you think you'll adhere to the "no excitement" commandment?
I stopped going to the doctor several years ago when my (now retired with a bottle of whisky) doctor always used to diagnose with "if it's still there is 3 weeks come back and see me". He was more than a little miffed when I responded with "why, do you think you'll be smarter in 3 weeks?".
so, they found out your some kind of spaz. at least they can medicate your ass. which reminds me...only you would appreciate this...I think:
when my kids were young, we were shopping in a grocery store, and I pretended I was retarded and handicapped...curling up ond arm and hand, holding it close to my chest, fingers twisted, dragging a leg for effect...all the while making sure I talked like, well...you know. they were mortified, which was what I was going for.
anyway, it wasn't long after that when my sister gave birth to an extremely handicapped and retarded child, and my stepsister gave birth to a child with cerebral palsy. needless to say, I never acted out again...and would beat the shit out of anyone who made fun of those kids.
my point? i don't have one. i do understand the call of the bed, though. I slept until 9am the other day. I usually get up at 3am. meds kick my ass.
floor dancing. hahahaha. i love you, sarahbelle. don't have another spaz attack, ok?
*one arm. you'd think I was a...
oh, and I think it's 5 times of pissing yourself to get a handicapped sticker in Arizona. You only have to crap yourself twice, though.
Hopefully, you asked if you can mix your meds with alcohol? Sheesh, Sarah, prioritize!
(I'm relieved they had a definitive answer, though really freaked out to try online gin).
P.S. What's up with Monty? Did he close down his blog, or just go private? I seem to be on the outside looking in. :(
Leave it to you to come down with the genius disease. Why am I not surprised?
Monty- the "no excitement" thing should be easy as long as the kids keep taking their NyQuil. "Smarter in three weeks" -HA, I bet he looooved that one!
Jock- Are you implying that I made fun of my old client who would piss himself in the elevator to try to get out of my group therapy session? Because I did. And I just checked our state's law- you have to crap yourself in the parking lot.
CQ- The Dr said that I could drink a few cocktails on this med. He said it might make me feel drowsy, but I figure that happens anyway, so I'm just saving Mark some money by getting the job done quicker and more efficiently.
Oh, and Monty went private- you can email him for the double-secret password.
Joe- you have no idea how long my sister and I poured over that article. 'Bout time people started to see my ingeniousness. :)
Love you blog. I just came over from Jock's.
I'm glad to see you have a diagnosis and that it seems to be manageable.
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