July 14th, 2010 | Author: trancejen
I don’t know whether it’s the heat, or all the work I’m doing lately, or whether the price of coffee has dropped in Guatemala, but I have been having an exorbitant amount of seizures.
I shouldn’t be. I’m on enough medication to make the average old lady startle. Still, lately more often than not I find myself coming to, looking up at the ceiling/coffee table/kitchen cabinets/whatever else I have just conked my head on and saying, “Oh, shit”.
Last night we were supposed to go see Eclipse as a family (don’t laugh – my son is a big fan of those stupid sparkling bloodsuckers). I was actually sort of excited, because hey, I’m a perv; and I like looking at Taylor Lautner’s gleaming muscles as much as the next girl. Plus, any excuse to get out of the house suits me just fine.
About fifteen minutes before we were supposed to leave, I apparently dove backwards into the wall, taking a kitchen stool down with me in the process, and proceeded to bang my head furiously until the J-Man shoved a pillow underneath me.
This happens every fucking day.
I missed the movie, and wound up puking on the floor for a good half an hour, head throbbing.
Today I feel as if my neck has been maladjusted by a professional wrestler, and my head is still throbbing.
I don’t know why this is happening. I don’t know why the pills aren’t helping. I don’t know why my neurologist is a useless motherfucker. I just don’t know.
I woke up this morning feeling crabby and sort of despondent, but I’m trying to shake it off. Nobody likes a resentful sick bitch.
I’m supposed to be a STOIC sick bitch.
I don’t know how I’m going to make it to Vegas in August. If I keep going like this, it would frankly be stupid to go. I’m not going to drop a bunch of dough on a vacation that I can’t fully enjoy.
I don’t know. I’ll see the neurologist soon, so hopefully we can play with the meds again and work something out.
Better living through chemical warfare, and my brain is the target. I love it.
In other news, today we take the cat to the vet and have her de-wormed. My favorite part about taking the cat to the vet is listening to the astonishing sounds she makes in the car on the way over. It sounds like a cross between a baby howling and a wildebeest being skinned alive.
And how is YOUR day going?
Happy Wednesday.
Yikes, sweetie. Take care of yourself. That’s gotta be f’n frustrating.
*hug*
Oh Jen, how awful. I hope you feel better soon and they figure out something that works. That’d be a knife to my heart if you miss Vegas. (A knife to yours too, I’m sure.)
Jen are you still taking Reglan? There are commercials for lawyers here saying that medication can cause seizures just something I thought of
Just my 2cents but I really would ask your doctor about the Reglan. My mother took it for an extended amount of time for a stomach condition. After a while she began having strange neuro symptoms. She went to one doctor who told her she was developing Parkinson’s. She got a second opinion and they discovered it was the Reglan. She’s been fine since discontinuing it. I have also seen those commercials that Alana is referring to.
Aw, Jen, that sucks! I hope your doctor can figure it out for you. I’d love to see you in Vegas!
I asked my neuro about the Reglan and he didn’t seem to be very concerned. My gastro WAS concerned about the Reglan, but he said that with the sheer amount of seizure meds I am on he didn’t really forsee a problem, and I’ve had none of the problems that are associated with Reglan like tremors, etc.
Huh-MUUUUUURH. MWOOR. MONNNG. HUH-MWUUUUUUR!
That’s actually my cat right here, because she wants me to go downstairs.