When is a seizure not a seizure? When it turns out to be an indicator of a disease. I think disease is a rather harsh and incorrect label, but lacking any other descriptor, will have to do since the medical field has adopted that. First off let's clear the air - I am not wanting nor seeking sympathy. I don't write this blog for my own edification but rather as a tool to possibly teach you what it is like to live after stroke with all of it's maladies. I write in the hopes that ...
I may be a bit premature with this entry but needed to get it down. Seizures began about 2 weeks after my strokes. They are petite mal yet they are anything but, in my opinion. Have had a cpap for about 4 years and trying to use it has been a real battle for me. I have thus far been sticking it out and am finding the more I can stay on it, the less seizures I have. In our meeting and exam, the doctor felt that the increased occurrences and severity had a physical cause or could possibly be emotional ...
Interesting to me because it.s new. Well what's new is that wife bought me a scooter to putt around town on since I am not allowed a car anymore. Boy does it give me freedom! Well, at least the appearances of freedom. Regardless, I am not stuck in the house all day every day. Getting out and away from the house even for a few minutes is such a blessing! It breaks up the monotony of the 4 walls. My seizures are escalating. No one knows why or what sets them off. My head, arm and leg ...
I have a Demason’s Cichlid and an Electric Yellow Labio. When I got them I was in the process of changing to a bigger system but was derailed when the car needed new tires. I got a flat so that became priority. Then life happened; 3 weeks in Europe, people got married, children were born and the fish got bigger and began hiding all the time. I was in the process of finding the fish a new home and was cleaning the tank when I spotted movement in the plants. There are 3 of them. They have the colouring ...
It has been a year since I last posted to my blog and was surprised at how time has flown by. I am still stuck with the depression and this past year from about September to March I was in a really bad place. Real bad. It was scary like a never-ending nightmare that you can't wake up from. I was afraid I might continue a downward spiral and never survive it. Surprisingly, I did. There was no magic to end it, there was no medication to mask it that I was willing to take, it had to run it's course ...
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