tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83201470012633089972024-02-19T16:38:02.715-08:00Chelsey's Epilepsy LifeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-47045391159857022102015-03-02T21:07:00.001-08:002015-03-02T21:07:43.913-08:00A Reminder and a Boost<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the one who'll decide where to go...” <br>― <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/61105.Dr_Seuss" style="text-decoration: none;">Dr. Seuss</a>, <i><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/2125304" style="text-decoration: none;">Oh, The Places You'll Go!</a></i></span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">I needed to read that today... Perhaps every day to continue to stay strong, confident, and positive. </span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-61790770651287802492015-03-01T21:26:00.001-08:002015-03-01T21:26:23.313-08:00Today, 3/1/15<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Tonight will be my first night sleeping in an empty home. Part of me is embracing the independence, yet part of me feels lonely and a bit helpless. By helpless, I don't mean I can't do anything on my own, but I know I'm stuck here in my apartment and can't get myself anywhere and if there were to be a problem, nobody is in the house to help me... Welcome back to real life. </span><div><br></div><div>As much as I've been longing for independence, I have now realized how much more grateful I am to be with those who are always there to help me. I've been grateful for them since the beginning, but the big change makes it stand out even more. </div><div><br></div><div>Independence for someone in my shoes is different in some ways from an "everyday person"... Though really, there is no such thing as a person like that. Anyhow, in the morning when I wake up I'm going to make myself breakfast- pancakes in fact, just like the "every day person". In this scenario, the difference being in my shoes? When I forget that I don't have any syrup, I can't get myself to the store and everyone is at work that lives within a short distance of me. So instead I'll just stick with having eggs. I whip out every thing to make my omelet, cut up the veggies, take out the pan and put it on the stove. Stop right there- the example the doctor gave me about living independently was, "what if you're cooking on the stove and a seizure is coming with the flame going and you attempt to turn it off or forget to before the aura is over and the seizure comes?" I put the pan away with that thought in the back of my head. </div><div><br></div><div>Tomorrow's exciting breakfast on my own? Cereal.</div><div><br></div><div>But hey, I'm one step further towards becoming one of these non-existent "everyday people"... I slept overnight in an empty house. For me, every step counts :-)</div><div><br></div><div>Today's Status:</div><div>No seizures and independent overnight. </div><div><br></div><div>Hopes for the Future:</div><div>Cook myself some pancakes over the stove, drive to the store to grab some syrup, and enjoy my breakfast- alone in my home.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-75021545038272841952015-02-26T21:08:00.001-08:002015-02-26T21:08:24.022-08:00NY Daily News ArticleI couldn't be happier to have seen my surgeon for these photos. <div><br></div><div>An easy read article for just about anyone. I'm very satisfied that the author was able to put my story with the RNS in simple terms so everyone can learn in a brief read. </div><div><br></div><div>No need to take out your thinking cap. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy!</div><div><br></div><div><a href="http://m.nydailynews.com/life-style/health/pacemaker-like-device-helps-epileptics-live-seizure-free-article-1.2129286">http://m.nydailynews.com/life-style/health/pacemaker-like-device-helps-epileptics-live-seizure-free-article-1.2129286</a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-33472421017757328552015-02-25T19:08:00.000-08:002015-02-25T19:08:03.299-08:00Spreading the KnowledgeA friend of my parents had been aware of what was going on with me, having frequent seizures but not the "regular seizures," meaning grand mal. She told my mother that one of her friend's children in high school has been "zoning out." She passed on my mother's phone number to talk about what seems to be similar to what happens to me.<br />
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On the phone the girl's mother said that she has been zoning out or not paying attention sometimes and then just goes back to normal. She had visited her regular doctor who said nothing is wrong. When I heard that, I understood. How can you put such strange feelings into words?<br />
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My mother explained what happens to me when I have a seizure using the descriptions I have picked up over time. The deja vu, the day dream feeling, seeing what is going on but not comprehending it, recalling old feelings, dreams, and scents. These were not all occurring when it came to this high school girl, but enough to sense a similarity.<br />
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I recommended that she should see my neurologist at NYU. She got an appointment where she was asked to come in for a video EEG to get direct answers immediately.<br />
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We were sent a very positive and grateful message thanking us for sharing our information, our thoughts, and suggestions. I consider it a success. Pay it forward.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-69165910433725843512015-02-25T12:55:00.001-08:002015-04-14T08:58:36.788-07:00Today, My Birthday, 2/23/15I had a fantastic weekend. For my birthday my boyfriend took me to the museum of natural history and then I got to dress up for a nice dinner and show. If you haven't seen Avenue Q and you are over 18 with an open sense of humor and can handle some inappropriate jokes, I definitely recommend it. It was a nice little escape from the regular day to day living.<br />
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1 seizure in the morning, very tired all day, and rather nauseous<br />
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Stay strong and carry on.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-40420192418104102042015-02-13T20:50:00.000-08:002015-02-13T20:50:11.654-08:00Today, 2/13/15Friday the 13th and I got an empty fortune cookie. Perhaps 2 negatives make a positive?<br />
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It's a good thing I still am feeling positive. I had the opportunity to speak to someone interested in the surgery and RNS. Whenever I tell my story and my possibilities for the future, I get a thrill talking about it. I love telling about my past, but even more so I love talking about what my goals are and why I made the choice to go through the tests, surgery, and RNS implant.<br />
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Looking back at my past, the memories are so clear when it comes to living a life with epilepsy while growing up from a teenager to an adult. The difficulties I've gone through and the roller coaster of experiences is something that I want to make others aware of. I want people to be aware of what some people with epilepsy go through and this is why we need the research. I also want doctors and those interested in the technology to use me as one who is willing to go through changes and studies in order to prevent others in the future from living a similar life that I did.<br />
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Many efforts have been put in to see what changes can be made to give me a seizure free life. There have been a series of positives and negatives, yet I do not regret anything I have gone through because it has shared knowledge with those who make a difference.<br />
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In having a goal of a seizure free life, there is unfortunately a possibility that I may continue to have seizures for the rest of my life. That does not mean my goal was not reached. My goal of a seizure free life is not only for myself, but for everyone else who goes through it as well. Take the studies, reactions, and all other information learned from my experiences and spread the knowledge to help others live their lives seizure free. If that happens to take a step towards a cure for the future, I consider my goal reached.<br />
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2 seizures, and an increased dose in medication. I feel my stress slowly fading as my decision is becoming more clear.<br />
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Help relieve others from the experiences I've been through.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-55675537599497533362015-02-12T20:27:00.004-08:002015-02-12T20:27:54.701-08:00Today, 2/12/15With the big choice I have in my lap waiting for my decision to be made, I've been thinking who I can ask for their thoughts. The doctors, my family, my boyfriend. It is helpful in that I am able to consider some things that I haven't thought of that others bring up as a point of interest. The doctors share their intelligence, my parents talk about how the seizures and changes affect my daily life, and my boyfriend talks about my hopes and goals for the future. All of which I have found important.<br />
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But, I have realized that there are some things I need to take into my own hands and make the decision on my own. I am one to listen to others waiting for them to share what they think my decision should be and go with it. But there comes a time when it is about me and what I want for myself. I needed someone to tell me that, and I got that today. I learned that from my boyfriend. He reminded me today about reaching my personal hopes and goals, yet he added something important: only I can accomplish doing that.<br />
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While I am glad I asked others for their thoughts, as it helped me think about things that didn't come to mind on my own, I noticed that it is my time to make a decision on my own. Nobody else will be standing in my shoes to live through the results of the choice made.<br />
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To focus on my present life being able to return to work with minimal seizures or to focus on a future life seizure free with the ability to have my own children while hindering my present . That is my question.<br />
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Nervous. 2 seizures today- most likely caused by my stress of making a choice on my own.<br />
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Reaching my personal hopes and goals using my own strength and decisions.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-15014008496905979942015-02-11T21:19:00.000-08:002015-02-11T21:19:27.711-08:00Today, 2/11/15<span style="font-family: -apple-system-font; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;">I was flying out of Newark to go to Chicago, as my parents will be moving there full time this year. When I get to the front of the line when they check your ID and ticket, I make sure I show the security guard my NeuroPace card which states that I am not able to have MRIs, any magnetic devices, etc. This is time number 4 going through security and they glance at my card cluelessly.</span><br />
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Spread awareness and, more importantly, knowledge of epilepsy, the technology, and potential options for a seizure-free life.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-19276878827129801562015-02-10T21:20:00.000-08:002015-02-10T21:20:13.030-08:00Today, 2/10/15What a day. I've always wondered what the cause of my seizures are, and it seemed to always be related to a stressful time, though it can't be medically proven. Today was one of those days.<br />
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Yesterday I hit day 10 seizure free. Some people may think, "wow, that's it?" but others more like myself may feel amazed. I went from having at least one a day to going 10 days without one. This to me is a new lifestyle.<br />
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However, I do have a goal that my doctors and I have set. My number 1 goal is to be seizure free. My next goal is to be seizure free without the medication that has negative side effects. I've been relying a lot on my great doctors. Sending them my brainwaves twice daily for them to analyze, calling them with numerous questions looking for a direct answer, reporting to them if frequent seizures are occurring, and taking their brilliant advice to get me to the next step towards success. Today there was a change. I need to make a decision on my own. I have heard the ups and downs from my doctors, but the decision is in my hands.<br />
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I am a teacher of very young children. Because of my frequent seizures and possibility of surgery, I needed to go on a disability leave starting in mid October. After learning my surgeries were in mid November, I learned that the recovery time is about 4-6 weeks. My thoughts, I'd be back to work come January. Where I got this idea? No clue. Sure my headache was gone week 5 and I was able to walk around and be myself week 6. That's what "recovery time" is. It is not 4-6 weeks and you are seizure free. It takes time to figure things out and for your brain to settle down. Especially with this new RNS technology implant. They are still learning about it.<br />
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I went 25 days without a seizure, cut my dose of the bad medicine in half, had a seizure with the change, and just hit 10 days seizure free yesterday. I contacted my doctor asking what my next step is. Can I go back to work? Is it time to drop the medicine? What's my next step? She reminded me of our goal, but we need to play it safe. Knowing this can take more time than I expected is hard to accept. I'm anxious to go back to work, but more importantly I'm anxious to be seizure free. My doctor put the decision of returning to work in my hands and will support me with the choice I make. All I wanted was a straight answer, but she is not me. She doesn't know my work situation. She doesn't know others' reactions to a seizure where I work. The thoughts in my head started brewing. I thanked her for her help and told her I need to take a bit of time to think about this.<br />
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Meet my goal.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-61099111513058338952015-02-09T16:04:00.002-08:002015-02-09T16:04:58.417-08:00Today, 2/9/15Today was a calm, quiet day. The weather made it necessary to stay indoors- icy and cold! As much as I love sitting on the couch under a blanket with my boyfriend and dogs, I'm excited for the warmer weather when Spring rolls around. I enjoy being active outside. I have about 3 more months until I can run again, but nothing beats a walk outside. Time to listen to music, think about possibilities for the future, and reflecting on the past. Tonight I'll be walking on the treadmill for a bit, but it's not as enjoyable as walking outside. I don't enjoy just running for exercise- I love doing engaging things where I don't even feel like I'm exercising.<br />
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I started playing soccer again last year. I was no good, but I enjoyed it so much. I noticed that I started getting seizures during the game. When I was close to the team's sideline, I was able to say "sub" and wave another girl on. When I was on the other side of the field, I just let the seizure come while play continued. No idea what happened during the 30-60 seconds, nor do I know what I did during it. I wondered if I kept running around or whether I just stopped in place. I can't even ask anyone because they wouldn't recognize the difference of when I was having one vs when I was playing my best... that's how bad I am at soccer. But again, I enjoy it.<br />
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When I was in the hospital for my video EEG, they asked me when I usually get seizures. I don't really have a specific answer for them. They happen here and there and I never noticed a trend. I told them that every time I play soccer I have one during the game. They decided to see if hyperventilating gave me seizures. They did a breathing test with me. The nice man gave me directions to close my eyes and told me when to breathe and how big of a breath to take. He said it'll be around 5 minutes. About 2 minutes into it, I had a seizure. Strange. I never knew it'd be possible to make me have a seizure on command.<br />
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I've been interested in joining the soccer league again, but I know that I run a risk in every game since my RNS and medicine aren't completely figured out. The thing that makes me question whether or not I can do it at all is that I'd be a wimp not to do a header when the ball is on the way towards me in the air. I mean, I have this metal thing touching my brain and skull. What if it moved? I am not sure if it's a risk or even possible for that to happen, but perhaps I'll stick to a kickball league instead :-)<br />
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Day 10 seizure free! And close your eyes if you're easily grossed out... [the biggest scab on my head came off today!]<br />
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Hopes for the Future:<br />
I'd love to play soccer again, but even more so I look forward to the day when I am able to run again.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-29391489156288480692015-02-06T19:20:00.001-08:002015-02-06T19:20:42.334-08:00Today, 2/6/15I've watched a couple episodes of Shark Tank today. I love this show. A ton. Seeing the people come on with their creations or ideas and putting everything in to be successful and reach their goals shows great commitment. Yes, they are on the show looking for support from the experienced sharks, but support from someone with experience creates motivation to take it further. <div><br></div><div>This reminds me of things going on in my life- minus the idea of money. I have my own goal. I'm focused on this goal. Changing my lifestyle to reach this goal. Taking the risks to reach this goal. Doing research to reach this goal. Spreading awareness to reach this goal. But most importantly, I have the support necessary to accomplish this goal. Doctors with experience and knowledge of the brain, family and friends with experience and knowledge of emotions and changes, and others with epilepsy with experience and knowledge of options and effects.</div><div><br></div><div>My goal is a seizure free life. My motivation comes from all my support. </div><div><br></div><div>Today's Status: </div><div>Day 7 seizure free!</div><div><br></div><div>Today's Hopes for the Future:</div><div>Accomplish my goal.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-57061466900025139112015-02-05T21:05:00.003-08:002015-02-05T22:23:35.105-08:00Today, 2/5/15Today was a calm day; days like this, I need. Though it is not medically proven, I believe one thing that may perk seizures in me is stress. Stress from working, stress from emotions, stress from too many commitments, etc.<br>
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Taking the disability leave from work in mid October was my best option while having daily seizures and counting down the days until my surgery... or so I thought. Being a teacher of young children, they are used to routine. In my classroom we had simple basic rules- yet we stuck to them tightly, we had a schedule that we followed daily so the children never had to ask when lunch time is, and most importantly we had a close-knit warm environment. When I left, I frequently heard about how my classroom was going in different directions with a new teacher in the classroom. Poor behavior, changes in attitudes, lack of a bond any longer. My stress level increased because I was not able to be there to hold my classroom together.<br>
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Luckily, the paraprofessional I work closely with in my classroom was still there and continues to stay in the classroom. I am thankful that as the substitute teacher frequently changes, she is there so my students have someone to help them feel comfort at school. I keep in touch with her frequently. We talk about our students, talk about how I am doing, and decided to keep our conversations calm to relieve stress for both of us.<br>
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Today's Status:<br>
Day 6 seizure free! Let's try to drop off the new medication soon!<br>
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Today's Hope for the Future:<br>
I look forward to returning to work. I love teaching, but after my whole experience that I have been through recently, my focus has turned toward motivation, positive thinking, and risk taking. I'd love to do something involving this whether it be motivational speaking, being a life coach, or something I have yet to discover. For now, I hope to return to my classroom to end the year on a high note, and I can sneak in my new focus along with the academics :-)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-8801549907481196692015-02-04T19:29:00.002-08:002015-02-04T19:29:24.584-08:00Today, 2/4/15Today I met my goal of having a productive day. I've been going through my old stuff at my parents' house, weeding through getting rid of things I don't need and organizing the things I plan to keep.<br />
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Soon my parents will be putting their house up for sale and moving to Chicago. I'm currently staying at their house, and have been since I got home from the hospital. Others do not want me living alone until I'm seizure free. I'm so thankful for all the support but at the same time it does frustrate me. I'm lacking independence as an adult living with my parents, on a leave from work, and without a drivers license to get myself anywhere.<br />
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My family and friends are putting in so much effort for me, driving me here and there, making sure I'm safe. I am the luckiest person to have all of this. Yet, somehow I'm craving my independence back.<br />
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I decided instead of being bored sitting around not working that I need to use my time to be productive. This is a good time to go through things, help out my parents going through their things, and taking up some of my hobbies. I've always loved to be crafty and I love to cook, so I've been making use of my empty days to entertain myself and make me busy. I am used to a busy day, so getting back into the flow of a busy day is making me feel like I am really coming back to my "regular" lifestyle.<br />
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Today's Status:<br />
Day 5 seizure free!<br />
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Today's Hope for the Future:<br />
I want to drop an old medication that was added back onto my list of pills due to my post-surgery seizures. I want to attempt to rely on this RNS. I'm willing to give all the time necessary to see how well this RNS can function and help my seizures. I was told yesterday by a member of the NYU Epilepsy team, "take the process as a marathon, not a sprint." That is my goal.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-60411524048544210422015-02-04T18:40:00.002-08:002015-02-04T18:40:56.472-08:00Prediagnosis : What is this feeling?Age: 15, day 1<br />
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Current Medication: None</div>
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Recent Illnesses: None</div>
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Occupation: High School student, soccer referee, babysitter</div>
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I was standing in the kitchen talking to my father. I got a strange, random dream feeling. He continues talking to me, but I hardly noticed and didn't understand him as I was experiencing a new state of mind. I remembered this dream I had from when I was about 5 years old. It repeated in my head. I sat on an enormous piece of macaroni and slid down it with my legs in the air. What a strange and random thought. I hadn't remembered that dream since I first had it. I got goosebumps on my arms, though I wasn't cold. I said something to my dad, but I am not sure what. He walked away.<br />
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That strange feeling disappeared as my dad left the kitchen. I was left confused, lacking emotion. I looked down and noticed I was standing in a puddle of urine. My pajamas pants were wet. Heaven forbid my parents or siblings see that I just did that. I grabbed a bundle of paper towels, some wet with soap and some dry, and dropped to my knees to start cleaning it up. I didn't feel that happening when I was standing there during my dream nor did I feel the need to use the bathroom at any time since I had gone a couple hours ago. I put the paper towels in the garbage can and hid it under a pile of trash to make sure it wasn't found.<br />
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I walked quickly directly to my bedroom, stripped myself of the pajama pants and jumped in the shower. Standing in the shower, I knew I was not going to have to explain myself to anyone when I'm alone. I teared up a little bit, embarrassed. What if someone had seen me? What if I was in school and the other students started laughing at me? Did my dad think I was acting weird? Will I have to explain myself to him? What if my mom smells it on my pajamas when she does my laundry?<br />
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The continuous thought that kept running through my head was, "what happened to me?" I chose to keep it to myself; it's never happened before so it will never happen again.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-76391472218501646192015-02-03T21:25:00.000-08:002015-02-03T21:25:26.968-08:00The Most Important Side of My StoryFor close to a month now, I stepped away from blogging. I wasn't sure what my next post should be about or in what direction I was headed. I saw the published IEEE Spectrum article I was interviewed for about the RNS implant. (<a href="http://spectrum.ieee.org/biomedical/bionics/life-as-a-bionic-woman">http://spectrum.ieee.org/biomedical/bionics/life-as-a-bionic-woman</a>) I was happy seeing it and it made me reflect on the interview I had in person.<br />
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I remember the thrill I had talking about my whole life experience with the kind and enjoyable author. We discussed everything from the day I had my first seizure to my thoughts about the future. The quoted portions of our long conversation were focused on the RNS, as that was the base of the article it was paired with. The people who have read the article are very interested in the newest technology to better someone's health- as am I. The technology is truly amazing, but to me, so is my life experience.<br />
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I decided to go back to the blogging to share what I believe is the most important side of my story as the now "Bionic Woman": Living my life with epilepsy. My past, my present, and my motivation and hopes for the future.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-52044719040715848102015-01-10T18:52:00.003-08:002015-01-10T18:52:28.085-08:00#curechelsey14Yesterday I was leaving the hotel to go out with my mother during the day. We walked out the front door and I held the door for a man that was coming in with his suitcase. He walked in and I let go of the door, he stopped, caught the door, turned around and said, "Chelsey?"<br />
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I have never seen this man before. My father is having a conference here at the hotel, so my first thought was that I may have met him once before, but I don't recognize him. I glanced at my mother who looked as though her claws were out in case this man was after me.<br />
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I nodded my head gently. He seemed to notice that encounter was a bit strange. "Sorry, I work with your father. I've read all about your story going through brain surgery from what he had posted online. I recognized you from the pictures."<br />
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"Minus the gauze wrap around my head," I said smiling.<br />
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"That's right. You are very strong and courageous for going through that and I hope all is going well. I hope to talk to you when I run into you later."<br />
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I thanked him. I thought to myself, wow I am popular!... But more seriously, the thought of others thinking about me as strong and courageous makes me realize how life changing the whole experience was.<br />
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To read a few of my father's Facebook updates on my surgery, search #curechelsey14 on Facebook.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-57035727019004555582015-01-07T13:17:00.001-08:002015-01-07T14:56:42.740-08:00Back to Reality- Traveling<div>Today I took a flight for the first time since the surgery. I am mostly looking forward to relaxing in the warm weather of Florida instead of being freezing cold stepping outside in New Jersey. I am feeling like a real person more and more. Traveling is a big part of my life, as it is by far my #1 hobby. I'm waiting until the day I step out of the country again. </div><div><br></div><div>Being in the warm weather will give me the freedom to do things that I haven't done since the big change. They may seem small and unimportant to most, but they make me feel like I am really getting back to being myself. Spending time outside is what I need most. I just want to go for a long walk on the beach bending over to pick up shells and taking a dip in the ocean. Exercise is something I've been craving. I know I'm not ready to run or play soccer yet, but going for a long walk outside will feel amazing. Coming home from the hospital, I was excited to walk up and down the driveway, a week later I was excited to walk around the small block with a dead end, and each day I went for a walk I would stretch it a bit further. But it being freezing cold out is not enjoyable when wanting to walk for a few miles, especially with the thought of slipping on ice. </div><div><br></div><div>I remember the first time walking outside when it was freezing after surgery. Granted, I was a bit overly cautious still learning about the RNS but when my head got cold, the first thought that came to my head was "I have metal in my head, can I be outside in the cold with that? Will it freeze quickly and ruin it?" Looking back, not my brightest questions; after all it's inside my warm 98.6 degree head. </div><div><br></div><div>Exciting as well, I look forward to the pool and ocean. The only water I've been in so far is the shower. To me, slightly boring. Getting to swim a bit is definitely something that puts a smile on my face. I did promise my head would be covered while lounging in the sun. Don't want to disturb my still slightly scabbed, yet healing lines on my scalp. At least I get to wear my favorite oversized sun hat to come off as trying to be stylish!</div><div><br></div><div>Interesting side note at the airport. I had a feeling that it may be difficult to explain my reasoning of why I can't go through the metal detector. Who else has a metal mini iPod looking device in their brain or who has even heard about this RNS device? I surely hadn't known about it before it being discussed the week before surgery. I figured I was a bit strange. </div><div><br></div><div>I got to the security woman checking IDs and plane tickets. I began to explain holding out the card Neuropace sent me, "I have a metal device in my head, and because of this I-" </div><div><br></div><div>"Put your things on the belt like everyone else and when you get to the detector, tell them you cannot go through for medical reasons. Have a good flight," she said. I smiled knowing that I'm not too out of the ordinary having metal inside. I put my belongings on the belt and went over for my first pat down. </div><div><br></div><div>Though I'm still experiencing seizures, I am looking forward to a warm, relaxing getaway and another step towards my real life.</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtxmJSDvMp4Yjc-11s-KjIkRH5Lqk8avtH11D3EqS2BAni3jGKP4Yuo_Gi4MKOWI4qe3c1uY0sNf0QGhzk1JG8IhE4aQtM5qPNdXL8eeJ5gTy1fBAxYnAKAg6Vr6esls6iYGHLMefSracy/s640/blogger-image--624366142.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtxmJSDvMp4Yjc-11s-KjIkRH5Lqk8avtH11D3EqS2BAni3jGKP4Yuo_Gi4MKOWI4qe3c1uY0sNf0QGhzk1JG8IhE4aQtM5qPNdXL8eeJ5gTy1fBAxYnAKAg6Vr6esls6iYGHLMefSracy/s640/blogger-image--624366142.jpg"></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-1746762734694365492015-01-06T14:15:00.001-08:002015-01-06T14:15:32.404-08:00New Looks: Post SurgeryLooking in the mirror after the second round of surgery, my eye looked a bit squinted like it was pulled too tight and then stapled. This didn't bother me an ounce, I was just happy I looked like a person and could see out of both eyes coming out of two rounds of surgery on the top, side, and back of my head. The doctor had told me at one point there is a bit of swelling which is natural while healing, but it will go down.<br />
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He was right. About 2-3 weeks later my eyes looked back to normal as I really began to feel normal in general.<br />
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About 6 weeks after surgery, I went to a musical in the city with my family. I decided to bring my glasses with me because sometimes I need them for details in the distance and I wanted to capture it all while watching. I realized this was my first time putting on my glasses since before surgery since I didn't want to poke the area that had the scar in front of my ear, and then once that area was healed I just hadn't needed them. I had just kept them in a hard case in my bedroom to make sure they would be fine and I didn't ruin them.<br />
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Quick flashback: When I bought my glasses about a year ago, I put them on and they were crooked. I have always had trouble with glasses looking crooked on me. Sunglasses, eyeglasses, cheap, expensive, always crooked. The person helping me in the store had to take them to the back at least 5 times to melt the part in the center and bend the glasses to at least appear straight on my crooked ears.<br />
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Back at the musical, I take my glasses out and put them on to watch the show. Completely crooked! They've been in a hard case and haven't been touched in over a month. How is this possible? I wore them anyways so I could see the show, took them off at intermission because the lights turned on, and popped them back on when the lights dimmed.<br />
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When we left the theater walking down the street, there was a little touristy market that had tents outside. I saw a ton of sunglasses and insisted on trying a few pairs on to see what is wrong with my ears now. I grabbed one pair, tried them on, perfect fit. Took another, tried them on, perfect fit. Never have I tried on glasses and had them sit straight without serious bending.<br />
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My ears are now perfectly straight. Thanks, Dr., for being a perfectionist stapling me up making sure my ears are symmetric. Went into surgery with the thought of coming out with possibly a few small strange changes in my looks, came out looking even better than before. Bonus outcome to brain surgery!<br />
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...I wonder if I will ever need surgery in my gums at some point. Maybe my crooked tooth will come out perfectly straight...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-6748815236077946442015-01-01T10:45:00.001-08:002015-01-01T11:10:44.415-08:00Crazy Hair- Don’t Care: Post Surgery<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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So I’m at the Epilepsy Center
getting a post-surgery checkup with my surgeon- the most amazing doctor I have
ever encountered, and I am thrilled repeating that every time I mention him-
and he tells me he will begin taking out my staples. I’m a bit on the edge because I have never
had staples before, but one of my friends who is a nurse told me that getting
staples out is not painful at all, so I can handle this.</div>
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Dr.
D, the best of the best and genius of all geniuses, first told me, “usually
A-name [the main nurse practitioner and Dr. D’s assistant, also an amazing
person] takes the staples out but she’s very busy at the hospital today so I am
just going to do it this time,” as I recall him digging through the drawers for
the “regular pliers.” Clearly, not his usual routine. Has he even removed
staples here before? What is going on?!</div>
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he comes over with the pliers and I flip my hair to its old natural part instead of how I changed it to hide the scars and Dr. D starts in the spot that has been a sore spot in general and my eyes start tearing up. This isn’t painful at all??? It hurts!!!</div>
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Then he asked if I felt pain after
I shouted, “OOH! That one hurt!” What do you think my response was with tears
forming in my eyes? “Eh, it pinched a bit right there in that spot,” as if I am
a champ… I did just have my whole head opened up, my skull removed and put in
the freezer for 5 days, my head closed up with a staple gun (that most people
use on the wall at work) with wires coming out of my brain, my head opened
again with an extra opening this time to put in the iPod sized technology
implant, a piece of my brain removed, and then got closed up with about 60
staples to heal well… so no big deal. Just removing 60 tiny staples from my healing
head today. I can handle this.</div>
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Dr.
D said to me, “This spot is a bit sensitive on your head because we had to do
the extra cut and all the openings come together at this one point, so it may
be a bit more sensitive there.” </div>
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<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"></span>Ok,
so it’s worse in that one spot, that’s good, so maybe it won’t hurt as much in
the others… but a BIT more sensitive with 58 more staples to go?! Jokes, right?
As he moves further away, the pain does die down extremely and I let out a few
sighs of relief. The last part I have left is the 7 on my left sideburn line by
my ear (attractive, I know). Before Dr. D, the brilliant man, begins right
there he casually tells me, “just be aware I am doing the side here and the
majority of people with this tell me this part is the most painful of the
staple removal process.” MORE PAIN THAN BEFORE?! What was my nurse friend
talking about this zero pain on staple removal?</div>
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I
calmly replied, “Alright, let’s just get it over with.” I felt the chilly metal
plier-like tools on my sideburn line and began gripping my thighs with my
knuckles turning white. He took the pliers off my head and put them back on a
bit underneath and repeated again and again.</div>
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Dr. D tapped the side of my face 3
more times. “Is this side painful at all with the removal?”</div>
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Whoa. Wait a second, “You removed
the staples on the side? I didn’t feel a thing! I thought you were just trying
to make sure the pliers were in the right spot!”</div>
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“Yes, they are all out. That is
usually the most painful part. Glad you didn’t feel any pain!” says Dr. D, the
neurosurgeon of the century, seeming a bit confused about how I felt nothing.
At least he’s the most positive person ever, enthusiastic I didn’t feel it.
“Well, let me tell you, you’re healing looks fantastic. There are still some
scabs on the lines and they are still raised some, but this is part of the
healing process. These scabs will be falling off regularly so make sure you are
still washing your hair well and gently. The raising will go down eventually as
well. Looking great though, I am very impressed.”</div>
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Well could that news be much
greater? I look fantastic and impressed the doctor of all doctors! Sticking to
the title of the Champ today. So my dad whips out his phone to continue his
over the top documentation of everything that goes on during this surgery
process. He asks me if I want to see, and of course I do! I can’t ever see the
side, top, and back of my head!</div>
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He hands me the phone and my jaw
dropped. “What?! I’m missing this much hair?!?!” I didn’t know this much got
shaved off! I thought I had 3 thin lines missing and that’s why I switched my
natural hair part to cover it up. Literally I have a patch about 4 by 4 inches
shaved from the top of my head along with the thin shaved lines.</div>
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“We unfortunately had to remove
more hair than originally planned because we decided to implant the RNS. We
kept it as minimal as possible,” Dr. D explained.</div>
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I paused with my over the top instinct
response once Dr. D said that to me. I remembered coming home from the hospital
and the next day removing the gauze-like head wrap I was wearing so I could
wash my hair. I remember the first thing I noticed when I took it off was this
tiny thin perfectly braided bit of hair on my left side above my ear wrapped up
tightly in a bright blue long rubber band. Dr. D had taken that extra time
during surgery to care about saving that thin string of hair to help cover up
the scars once surgery was over because he knew how much I wanted my hair. Here
I am frantic about this glob of hair missing on top of my head, yet that memory
of the braid had shortly slipped away. Dr. D would do anything possible during
this process to keep me looking as much like myself and healthy after surgery.
Reflecting on that little tiny braid and how kind and caring and particular
this one of a kind doctor made sure his work was perfection, I immediately
became absolutely careless about what my hair now looked like. I couldn’t be
happier.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div>
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I’m looking forward to the day my
hair grows back about an inch just to stick straight up through my long hair. It’ll
remind me again of the success of the surgery every day I try to keep that
crazy hair under control getting ready to go out during the day with a smile on
my face lacking the fear I’ll have my old regular daily seizures.<br />
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I was told a couple things from my boyfriend about how Christmas goes with his family. I heard that Santa comes and hands out joking, and at times inappropriate gifts, to everyone there. He warned me to not get offended by anything Santa gives me. Is it pathetic that I was super excited for this? I feel there is no chance at this point of me being offended with a sense of humor. I am constantly looking for something to make me smile or laugh. I couldn't wait. </div>
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I was also told another tradition. Before eating dinner, the newest guest must say grace. I was the newest guest and never had I ever said grace. I got so nervous hearing this that I was about to throw up. </div>
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I don't know how to say grace and the whole family is going to be there watching me take the lead was the idea that I had running through my head. What did I do? Google it, duh! "How to say grace at Christmas dinner?" I browsed through a few and literally started getting nauseous. I then got a message from my boyfriend's best friend telling me that he had to give grace their and his tip was to give Grandpa a kiss on the hand after because it shows respect in the Italian culture. Definitely thought he was joking with me. I then started getting comments from all the cousins telling me, "good luck on grace," or, "don't forget to kiss Grandpa's hand!" I started believing this was true with everyone explaining it to me. I needed a plan, and I created one.</div>
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At the gathering, there were quite a lot of people there. My family's usual Christmas consists of my parents and siblings- tiny. This was a crowded affair. I flashed back to the past gathering of friends and my lack of comfort, reminded myself that it is time to be me again, and joined in immediately to a game with the cousins. I was really feeling comfortable and was enjoying myself interacting with everyone. The cousins kept telling me about grace and the joke of me doing it spread to the older adults. </div>
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Dinner came out. My boyfriend's mother tried to rescue me and make him do grace instead of me. Little did they all know, I had a joking plan to turn around on them. </div>
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"I'll do grace tonight," I said. "As you all know, I had a piece of my brain removed so my memory on how to do grace is a bit forgotten." I got some laughs and a sarcastic, "not a good enough excuse!" making me smile. I continued, "For grace tonight I wanted to make it special for Grandpa, so I'd like to say it in Italian for him." (I had spent all day learning and practicing the words that translated to "bless this lovely family, delicious food, and wonderful Christmas" that I attempted as best as I remembered for all 30 people there.) I then kissed Grandpa's hand as everyone told me to. Whether it was the truth or a joke, I wasn't sure, but I did it to make everyone smile- including Grandpa! He gave me a hug, told me he loved me and started bawling. I couldn't stop smiling. </div>
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I was back to myself and fit in with the crowd well. I felt more confident, happy, and free of fears, ready to be social again. </div>
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And in case you were wondering what Santa brought me: A construction helmet (must keep my brain safe), staples and a staple remover (never know when I'll need to close my head up again) and an "Alcoholics Anonymous" book (haven't had a sip since September, so I must have quit drinking for a real reason...). Sounds like Christmas!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-49372014380143232282014-12-26T19:42:00.001-08:002014-12-26T19:42:41.220-08:00Pre-Holiday HappeningsChristmas Eve and Christmas Day were great this year. I'm so happy that my headache went down enough that a Tylenol was not a requirement and my jaw (which muscle was broken in surgery) could open up wide enough to stuff all the amazing food inside my mouth without trouble. On Eve at my boyfriend's parents' house there was a big crowd there but I really felt more like myself. It made me notice big time the difference between that gathering and the first rather large social gathering I went to two weeks ago in mid December.<br />
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The first gathering in mid December I went to was a group of friends meeting up at our friends' house for dinner, secret Santa, games, catching up, and for most people, drinking. I was very excited to go. I have received a lot of support from them checking in on me since the first surgery and sending me nice gifts, so I was happy to see them to show how much better I'm doing. At the same time though, I didn't want to talk about surgery all night. I wish I could've walked in, stood on a chair, got everyone's attention and said, "Can I have your attention please!" and explain all about my recovery from surgery so far and how I am doing so everyone knows. After my speech, I wouldn't want to talk about my strange head for the rest of the night. Unfortunately, my genius idea of that did not come to mind during the party. When I was talking, catching up with friends I was before anything asked questions about how I am feeling, how things went, was the surgery successful, are you done with seizures, and many more. This just brought back emotions for me.<br />
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I consider myself very positive when it comes to what I've been through and how it is affecting me, but at times I unfortunately have a very hard time controlling my emotions. Sometimes I'll just start crying and I have nothing that I am upset at, and if I do seem to get a bit upset because something tickled my mood or emotions, I'll ball my eyes out.<br />
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At the gathering, I was a bit intimidated about initiating conversation. I decided to join in with the game Cards Against Humanity so I could turn to some laughter and fun. I really enjoyed myself playing the game. People decided to pause the game to socialize and eat. When I found myself sitting on the couch without anyone next to me and most people with a drink in their hand laughing, joking around, or making plans for the following time getting together, I got a lump in my throat. I wish I knew the face I was making because my boyfriend came over and asked if I was ok. I told him I was fine. I wanted him to enjoy himself, he's been looking forward to this since the last year's secret Santa. I felt like I was about to have tears pouring out. I clenched my jaw and kept down the tears. I went up with him to get food, and felt calmer having him next to me with normal conversation. When it was time for secret Santa, I was in charge of passing Santa the presents. I was glad I had a role. I felt included in the fun. Some people had been drinking a bit too much and with them pulling ridiculous acts, while most found it humorous, it was beyond my sense of humor. I almost found it irritating in a way.<br />
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My turn to get a gift, and I threw on a smile. Most people got funny gifts that had to do with their personality or inside joke. I was hoping for a gift making light of my situation. Something I could laugh at. How about a wig for my half missing hair? Maybe a dictionary in case I forget a word? Even better, some instant mashed potatoes so I can have it for breakfast, lunch and dinner with my sore jaw? I was ready for someone to pitch in to help me make light of this situation and let loose. I opened my gift and inside was some nice Packers fan gifts- pens, cup holder, stickers, etc. She thought I was sensitive and wanted to get me something she knows I'd like. I smiled, put on some excitement for my Packers gear, and gave her a big thank you for my gift because she knows I am a big fan.<br />
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My boyfriend asked if I was ready to go, I agreed. In the car ride to meet my parents to take me home he asked me if I had a good time. I clenched my jaw again and gulped down the tears. I explained that some parts were fun like playing cards, but I wasn't myself the whole time. I said I didn't like constantly talking about the surgery and pain I went through. All I wanted to do was have normal fun conversation with friends. I wanted to know everyone's Christmas plans or if they got stuck in the snow the other day, or how work is going. The times I was talking it was about my brain. The times I was sitting alone, I got emotional because all I was thinking about was surgery and the negatives I went through. I held in my tears because I wanted to be happy that I went out to be social. I was happy I went out. It was the first time in 4 weeks. It was a big step. I got home to my parents' house, went upstairs, and cried until I quickly fell asleep.<br />
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I was not myself. I felt nervous thinking of being social again in the near future. I don't want others to worry about me. Why am I crying? Why was I about to cry at the party?! I lost myself for the night. I needed to find myself again hoping it was just an off night. Christmas Eve, now that was a night I was back to myself. Off nights are possible, but I was only looking forward to when I was able to be myself and be social with people I miss.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8320147001263308997.post-86788153326489081902014-12-21T19:09:00.000-08:002014-12-21T19:09:13.737-08:00Daily Update2 days in a row seizure free, I'm thrilled heading towards the holidays. A couple days ago my doctor called me and told me she heard about my "strange happenings," as I've been calling them, since post surgery and the RNS being turned on. Unexpected seizure activity involving some memory loss, falling asleep, and incoherence has been coming on here and there.<br />
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When my doctor called me she told me my RNS is on minimal power to start and generally they do not adjust it for at least a month. I had gotten mine turned on 3 weeks ago. She told me she wants me to get rid of all this seizure activity, especially around the holidays. She requested that I increased my Lamictal amount by 25mg each day. There seemed to have been a bit of disagreement behind the scenes of the team as some did not want to increase any medicine post surgery. My surgeon told me that my doctor is the "Drug Queen," knowledgeable about medicine like no other in the team. How could I disagree with her recommendations to solve my problem? I can get these 9 pills decreased possibly in the future once this RNS is doing the trick.<br />
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I was also told on the phone that my lead RNS doctor has agreed to let me come in before my main appointment in January if I'd like to get the frequency increased before the holidays come. My mind was a bit unsure. I've had some strange things happening, but I do not know if my RNS has had any part in creating these events. First of all- going against all previous patients' tweaks happening after a full month makes me a bit timid. This very new high technology is still under close studying, trying something new worries me some this time around. Generally speaking, I am a risk taker. Someone has got to try something new, and I don't mind if it's me. It could help me and many others in the future if it is successful. All I could think about is Christmas coming. What if something unexpected and more extreme were to distract everyone from the holiday spirit?<br />
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After that brief thought running through my head, I told my doctor, "let's try the increase in medicine and see if it reduces my seizures. If so, I'd like to hold off until my January 6th appointment to adjust the RNS. If strange things continue to occur, I'd like to hold off until after Christmas, and perhaps I can come in shortly after before my appointment if necessary." My doctor approved of my decision and we agreed to keep in touch frequently. I'm glad I stuck with my decision. This is a time for family and celebration, not a time to panic for what may happen. Stay positive, and move on. Luckily, after day 2, it has been a success.<br />
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Today was so relaxing. Not only was it day 2 of no seizures, but 3 days of no Tylenol for my endless post surgery headache. My relaxing consisted of watching football from 12 to bedtime... horrible choice staring at a tv for over 10 hours with sensitive head pain. I splurged for a couple pain killers to continue being completely lazy and continuing to stare at the tv. Destroyed my streak of days without Tylenol, but I began a new streak of being relaxed all day long. I'll take it.<br />
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(Go Packers and the boyfriend's fantasy teams... both going all the way I'm sure!)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15446332823008207306noreply@blogger.com0