Well, the good news is that Dr. Doglover thinks it is likely that me not being careful about the dosage of neurontin I was taking might have brought on the seizure. He says it is an unusual reaction, but not one that is unheard of...and I have a history of being very sensative to medication. Of course, it's possible that I really do have some kind of seizure disorder, so I'm going to have another EEG - and he will be able to compare that to the one I had last year, to see if there are any changes.

The bad news is....

that I am not allowed to drive for three months. Three seizure free months. Apparently, it's the law.

Okay. It's a good law. It's a good idea. I understand that it is not appropriate for me to get behind the wheel of a car while the possibility exists that I may have a siezure and kill someone else.

Still, my first thought was Hell No! It's the idea of being dependant on another person to get around. I almost can't stand it. I couldn't stand it all day yesterday. I ran around aggitated and distressed.

Then I realized that this problem is not going to go away and I am going to have to get over it.

I think I can still get back and forth to work via The Hub driving me. It will be a hardship, but for 90 days, we can probably manage it. I can walk to a lot of things. Grocery, Shipping Station, PetSmart, Blockbuster, Pharmacy and three coffee shops are all within walking distance. If I really, truly need to get anyplace else in the County there is a quasi-bus service around. I'm sure that my parents would be willing to help me out occasionally. Deep breath. I can probably handle it. I think.

How folks at work are going to feel about me being in the office by myself while all this is unresolved...well, I'll cross that bridge when I get to it. I'm off tomorrow.

One day at a time.