|To Those in the Know
||[05 Jul 2010|09:43am]
I had my head examined. After the events of the past few days, it sort of seemed prudent. Apparently my body has...I don't know, evolved (take that, religious fundamentalists) so that if I take my anti-convulsant pills, I can still have visions, they just don't knock me out.
If course, in doing so, they are absolutely terrible to experience and every time I have one, and I have had several now, I think my head is coming apart. And there's still the risk of my brain imploding. This is such a joy. I made a list, because Liz told me to, of pros and cons for staying on the meds.
Pros~ The visions don't send me into a seizure. I get warning so I can pull over to the side of the road or drop what I am doing before it comes upon me. They take less time to recover from at least regarding consciousness.
Cons~ Unconscious visions don't hurt as much.
And that was sort of the only con I could find. But now I can't tell if thinking my own pain is secondary to everything is only because I was raised Catholic.
But at least there's no tumour. And, for the moment, no bleeds. I'm not dying today. And for that, I'm grateful.