I actually don’t remember anything after I got home yesterday. I changed the date on the entry just so I have a record of yet another fucking seizure. I really wish the ER doctor had told me that the seizure meds he prescribed wouldn’t be effective for 6 weeks, after I bump the dose up twice, after two weeks each time. That would have been really helpful information, and I would have worried much less that I was still having fucking seizures. Oh, well. At least now I know.
My entire right side is really weak today. My leg is dragging when I walk, my arm is much slower, even my hand when typing. I hope this clears up quickly.
My brain feels fried — seizures must be doing damage every time they happen. I feel like I reach for a word, and the spot where it was is now empty.
As much as I feel like I’ve been taking it really easy — we went to see a movie yesterday, for example — I guess I’ve got to take it much easier. So unlike me. I’m usually busy constantly.
It’s my fifth litter’s second birthday today, so I’m going to play with photos and squeal over my beautiful puppies today.
I miss my dogs so much!
Both of the kids said they are coming to visit the second week of July. Yay.