So, I was telling you about my normal EEG (and my abnormal doctor's office).

E does want me to make one change. We've decided that the amantadine is really not working for me. Specifically, if I take enough to get me through the day (and by this, I mean sitting upright for 8 hours in the office, coming home and making dinner....and that's about it) I have nightmares when I fall asleep. The good news is that I fall asleep enough to HAVE a nightmare, but the dreams are really, really bad. Too scary for me to even write on the blog, and that's saying something.....

I was just going to cut back to the half dose I had been taking but E. was convinced that there had to be something else to try.

"Are nightmares a side effect of this medication?" she asked me, reaching for her PDR. "Oh, yes, it says vivid and unpleasant dreams, that's what you would be calling a nightmare. Well, you did tell us, I have a note right here, that you say you often have the strange side effects of any medicine you take. We have got to beat this fatigue. You are not going to be able to get anything done with an inefficient dosage of medicine. I can prescribe another medication for you. It is in the same family is Ritilan, you know, like the kids take for hyperactivity disorder. This may work well for you because it is very easy to regulate the dosage. You can go up slowly. But if you ever have an irregular heartbeat you must call us right away. You must not wait to call us in this case, okay?"

That's why I can't go back to work until Monday. I have to adjust to the new medication.

When I told the uber-boss, I bet she was really sorry she insisted on that release.

Dr. Doglover has great confidence in E.'s knowlege about medication, and I do too. So I'm anxious to start the new drug. I'd love to be able to get through my days with some energy left over to do something besides argue with The Hub about whether or not a plane will take off if it's on a conveyer belt going at the same speed, the other way. This argument was settled on Mythbusters the other night, and The Hub was horrified that I was right and the plane did take off. But I soothed him by explaining that the reason I knew it would take off was because I had actually been paying attention, and believed him, when he explained why airplanes stay up in the air. If I hadn't, I'd have never gotten on a plane the first time when I was 30.

But, I digress.

The other thing Dr. Doglover stressed to me was that there is no reason to think that I am likely to have another siezure. "Of course, it's the law that you can't drive for three months. I can't tell you that it's okay for you to drive because it's against the law." I could take this one of two ways. One is that Dr. Doglover has a lot of respect for the law and he's urging me to respect the law also. I'm sure that's what it is.

It's only because of my own rebellious tendancies that I'm thinking it wouldn't be SUCH a big deal for me to do a little driving, what with my normal EEG and all. But that would totally be against doctor's orders.

And you know how I am about doctor's orders.