So, I'm writing a blog when I should be doing as little as possible, really. I am starting to use this as a secret little space to document whatever is happening. I'm currently really tired, having been up since 0610. I should have had a sleep but didn't want to, and now proper pre-Leo's-return sleep is all but pointless, since he comes back in about an hour.
Dinner is simple, and he is a total joy, so I look forward to him coming back, anyway. Settling him at seven might be arduous, but I'm eating early - about 5pm - so I should be ok. Today I'm planning on taking 2,750 keppra to combat tiredness, consistent dizziness and fatigue. The latter is my main enemy at present. Physically, apart from being easily confused, I'm doing OK. I mean, I exist, and do as little as is humanly, but I'm not having seizures. Whoo. As long as Pam doesn't have to put me to bed like the last time Tam was away, and look after Leo etc, I'll be happy. We deal in slender margins on days like this.
I know I'll feel much better tomorrow, too. I just have to get around Wednesday. At least the dog's been walked, eh? Win. Will just lie still for an hour now the house is straight and see how things are at 5pm. Praise be to the microwave, for it is our saviour.
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EDIT: I spoke too soon. Non-focal, conscious seizure, about 1930-1950. I'm writing this a day later ( May 9th 2019) and I am noticeably weaker. Left-side is well down, regardless of keppra intake, pins'n'needles on inner left thigh, genitals (?!) and down entirety of left leg. The end is beginning. I know it.
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EDIT EDIT: Seems better this morning (Friday 10 May). God it's annoying, all this.
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