Everyday is my birthday

I have been slowly putting my computer back together after a virus found its way into it, eating only the things most important to me- my pictures. I have saved most of them, but some were tragically lost forever. Things have been more like normal this week: the kids both came down with a virus on their own last week. For six hours, they traded turns in hanging their heads over the pot.

In better news- two of my brothers have finished their undergrad studies this week. One of my nieces celebrated her 9th birthday, and my dad dropped off a box of doughnuts for us when he picked up her gift. I have an appointment with the head (get it? "head") doctor of neurology at the University of Pennsylvania next week. Hopefully he'll have some answers for us. In any case, it's a good excuse for a Pat's famous Phili cheesesteak.


Happily, I haven't had a seizure in about three weeks. Nice. I can see how that's possible though. I have steadily worked myself up to 1000mg of Keppra, and 1000mg of Depakote per day. I think it's safe to say that I could quite possibly stare at a strobe light while simultaneously playing cards online, and take a final exam, and never come close to having one. My brain has become mush. Consequentially, so has my ass. I don't feel much like doing anything. Yes, yes- I know that's the whole point, but explain that to the little ones and my constantly growling stomach. I have been going through weeks of unending sleepiness, followed by nights of restlessness. Today, for example, I woke up at 3:13 AM. And, by "wake up," I really mean that my body is moving around, probably eating something, but my brain feels like it's at our local bar, sad that they've turned on the lights for "last call."

Well, the weather has changed for the better. I am able to go outside and the kids get to do something other than watch me sleep (like weed my garden). The local farmers are back at work. Tomato plants have begun to sprout out all over the hills. My windows have been open for at least 36 hours straight, and I've even got my base tan underway while finally getting to the sixth chapter of "Crime and Punishment." Dylan has teaching Jordan how to fill each and every empty glass with a lovely bouquet of Dandelions each day. I have been teaching Mark how to fill my wine glass in the same manner at dusk. If I could just stay awake and keep my allergies in check so that I'm not sleeping or dripping snot into that wine, I would have pretty much the perfect life.