Cheese steaks, and why they are good for my brain.
Yesterday was the big day. Mark and I packed up early in the morning and dropped the kids at my mother's house. "Be back soooooon as we can, Mom! (cackle, cackle, cackle)."
After a three hour ride, we arrived at the University of Pennsylvania where I met my new neurologist. He looks just like Peter MacNicol, and that was just fine with me. (Remember, he was the art museum curator in Ghostbusters II? "Soon, the city will be mine and Vigo's... mainly Vigo's.")
He spent over an hour with us, going over everything- what happened, dates, times, the before-during-and-after's of the seizures, signs, symptoms, causes, medications. EVERYTHING. After hearing all of it, he had come to the diagnosis of Complex Partial Epilepsy- not the Photosensitive Epilepsy that my hometown neurologist had thought. He nearly croaked when I told him that I was on Depakote. He uses that as a last resort medication because of the side effects associated with it.
Instead, I am slowly to get to Keppra 750mg BID. He wants me to go back to Phili in two weeks to have another EEG which will be review by himself and his staff. After that, he may require an MRI just to make sure he has ruled everything else out.
His only additional information for me was to make sure I get a good amount of sleep at night, and use supplemental naps in the day. (Did I mention how much I like this guy?) No restriction of physical activity other than driving. I have six months of no driving (state law) since the last seizure. I have no problems with that since I haven't driven since the last one. After six months, he will contact the Department of Transportation and clear me to drive again.
I think we are starting to get on the right track now. Hopefully with the new medicine routine, I can stay awake, and on my feet for a while. So, until I am back to normal, I'll be frequenting the famous Pat's Philly Cheese steaks as much as needed. The "American wit" is the best thing going.
After a three hour ride, we arrived at the University of Pennsylvania where I met my new neurologist. He looks just like Peter MacNicol, and that was just fine with me. (Remember, he was the art museum curator in Ghostbusters II? "Soon, the city will be mine and Vigo's... mainly Vigo's.")
He spent over an hour with us, going over everything- what happened, dates, times, the before-during-and-after's of the seizures, signs, symptoms, causes, medications. EVERYTHING. After hearing all of it, he had come to the diagnosis of Complex Partial Epilepsy- not the Photosensitive Epilepsy that my hometown neurologist had thought. He nearly croaked when I told him that I was on Depakote. He uses that as a last resort medication because of the side effects associated with it.
Instead, I am slowly to get to Keppra 750mg BID. He wants me to go back to Phili in two weeks to have another EEG which will be review by himself and his staff. After that, he may require an MRI just to make sure he has ruled everything else out.
His only additional information for me was to make sure I get a good amount of sleep at night, and use supplemental naps in the day. (Did I mention how much I like this guy?) No restriction of physical activity other than driving. I have six months of no driving (state law) since the last seizure. I have no problems with that since I haven't driven since the last one. After six months, he will contact the Department of Transportation and clear me to drive again.
I think we are starting to get on the right track now. Hopefully with the new medicine routine, I can stay awake, and on my feet for a while. So, until I am back to normal, I'll be frequenting the famous Pat's Philly Cheese steaks as much as needed. The "American wit" is the best thing going.
Labels: Body disfunctions, MDM
posted by Sarah at
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
3 Comments:
OK, I can put up the flashing light puzzles again.
The doc, did he st st st stutter at all?
Sounds good, did he say anything about cutting back on the crack pipes and absinthe though. That would be a pisser.
Good news- I can keep the crack pipe, and use it synonymously while playing cards in a room with a strobe light. Just as long as I get a nap, naturally.
you can't go wrong with "the biscuit" for a doc.
glad things are progressing the right way, now.
god, a philly? you lucky, epileptic bitch.
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