So I haven’t been looking forward to going to the doctor ever since I got out of the hospital the last time. That is, because this is the one that would determine what the next step was as far the brain surgery was. Well that was if they had found anything. My MRI series came back clean. No lesions, no excessive scaring, basically no real reason for the seizures. I got what could be interpreted as good news to most people. That I don’t need brain surgery, but unfortunately I focused on the underlying part which was surprisingly depressing. They once again don’t know what’s causing my seizures.
My doctor told me that once again we are pretty much back to square one. My options are once again to try different drugs to see if they manage the seizures our maybe the Vargus implant. So here we are, almost a year later, and I was told once again, “you seem to be coping well, and we will keep trying.” I know all the doctors are trying, and I know it is sort of a trial and error and patience thing. It just doesn’t make it any easier. After hearing my doctor say, “I don’t know.” I had to spend the next few minutes choking down tears as my doctor talked and went through the paces.
My doctor did give me a a fairly clean bill of health which, unfortunately after speaking with Bob was not enough to get me put back on the schedule at the bike shop. He still feels like I am too much of a risk at this time. Oh well. Speaking of risk, I was asked to stay off my bicycle by my dad again, I guess I shouldn’t tell him about the unicycle or that I am in the market for a new track bike or that I am looking to repair my Allez still.
And lastly, I finally managed to get new glasses while I was in Birmingham.
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