I skipped my ortho appointment where we were supposed to discuss treatment for my fucked up back, but somehow convinced myself that seeing the neurologist was sort of imperative, thus I hobbled out of the house and made the commute (thanks SBO for temporarily decreasing bathroom time). This was manchild’s first encounter with my current neurologist, and now he understands why I call Dr. Neuro a dick. He’s a fucking Cylon. My last seizure was over two weeks ago, if that’s what it actually was. I told him my symptoms before each episode, as best as I could remember. He clacked away on his keyboard, then did my exam. I don’t have reflexes in my elbows now, whereas before it was my ankles, knees, and wrists that were without reflexes, so the neuropathy is ascending. Fanfuckingtastic, right?
I had blood drawn for nutritional studies – several B vitamins, E, and trace mineral deficiencies can all contribute to this, and then I waited for about two hours for the EEG lab which had an opening. I didn’t mind waiting around since that meant I wouldn’t have to go back later, but fucking hell, my guts were killing me. After my scalp was scrubbed off in several places, the electrodes were placed and I “relaxed” there for about an hour as it Tivo’d my brain while doing deep breathing, reading, and looking at flashing lights. I’m really sorry I didn’t take a picture afterward, because my hair was something special – all full of paste. The tech gave me a towel and some no more tears shampoo and directed me to the bathroom. Manchild helped me wash the paste out of my hair, which means more waffles for him this weekend! We spent a little more time in the waiting room, and then got called back to Dr. Dick’s office.
He said my EEG was abnormal (something he called IED’s?), and did point to epilepsy. Then he asked if I’ve had any symptoms in the past couple of days. Other than feeling like complete shit, I told him I hadn’t felt that same fucked up gut feeling I had before my other two seizures. Apparently I’ve had a seizure recently, but I didn’t even notice it. That’s strange, and sort of scary. I thought I was doing okay! Like maybe it was a freakish occurrence. I’m starting Gabapentin again, this time we’re aiming for a lower dosage than what was recommended for the neuropathic pain, but it’s still a lot more than I was taking before. I guess I don’t have much choice but to get used to the side effects this time around. The good news is I know for a fact I won’t need Trazodone to sleep anymore, so I can get rid of that one.
Speaking of pain, I can’t deal with my current pain level anymore so my pain med dose got increased. It’s still less than what I know works…stupid kidneys, but it’s twice as much as what I’m currently taking and I know it will help. I’m so so tired of hurting, but pain seems to be my only constant so I have to learn how to live with it and not lose my mind. On the other side of things, I haven’t been able to keep much down. I’ll give it another day or two before I check myself in for fluids and see what they want to do about this obstruction. It’s fucking miserable. I hate whining, and I really wish I had some good news to share, but other than getting a modem and wifi upgrade, nothing good is happening here. Manchild is on-call all weekend because his admin partner in crime conveniently forgot her CAC card at work.
Baby watch 2016 has commenced and that means the in-laws are only 3.5 hours away. Ah, shit.