In which our Heroine feels a Palpable Relief.
Apparently, seizures are a fairly normal phenomenon in the neurological world—mundane enough when combined with a clean MRI, anyway. Yes, that’s right. After once again going through a total freak-out session before getting the results of my tests back (I’m beginning to see a pattern here), I have been given a clean(ish) bill of health. I will go back to the doctor in six months (not three!). My MRI scans are good. Also, my medical history indicates that I am not really that prone to seizures. This fact, combined with my forgetfulness at taking my medication on time, etc… means that I don’t even have to change my medication right now. HOWEVER, if I have another seizure in the next 6 months of any kind, then I will call my doc immediately and increase my Keppra dosage. But if I don’t, then I may be able to go completely off of any anti-convulsants in six months! Please do keep your fingers crossed on my behalf!
The relief, as stated above, is palpable. And I have hope—which is such a good thing. The only thing I’m wondering now is how I’ll really be if/when I go completely off brain-altering drugs. You think I jest. Because really, there aren’t many excuses left for me at that point. Here’s a snapshot of my life in six months:
Memory? Present and accounted for, if I remember correctly.
Personality issues? Functioning well. You be the judge.
Forgetfulness? I am like the proverbial elephant.
Fatigue? Must be based on other reasons entirely.
Lack of coordination? Did I ever really have a hope with this?
Fine motor skills? Good penmanship is overvalued by third grade teachers everywhere.
General weakness in limbs? Opening jars is severely overrated.
Confused? Who isn’t, these days?
Upset stomach from taking Keppra without food? Gone, hopefully. And the sooner, the better.