Medication Induced Depression

(I'm too tired to come up with a pithy title) 

Uh oh. The Lamotragine that I’ve been taking for seizures has had some MAJOR side effects. This is the first time ever that a “Black Box Warning” has hit me. And it hit me HARD. Hard is actually an understatement. It’s awful. As soon as I hit the maximum dose I became so depressed I was suicidal. It slowly creeped up as my dose increase. But it took me a while to connect the dots. Because at the same time I was also instructed to get off of Amantadine.

Amantadine has been a vital medication. It’s used off label for Parkinsons. But for me it’s very helpful for muscle pain and twitches/spasms. So being told to stop taking it has made me incredibly nervous. And for good reason. Exactly what I was concerned about happened. Though I was told that taking it would increase my risk for seizures. However, I’m at the point now that I really don’t care.

 My side effects from the Lamotragine have been:

• Horrible depression
• Urinary retention
• Headaches
• Insomnia 

After I felt like I should go to the hospital for suicidal thoughts I messaged my epilepsy neurologist. They said if it happens again to go straight to the hospital. They also decreased my dose from 300mg to 250. I’m going to very gradually go off of it. They can just put me on something else. It will take about a month for me to complete the decrease.

I am eager to say the least. I wish I could just stop taking it. But that is dangerous and can bring on seizures.

My depression used to be a zero. I would say that I had no depression at all (despite my challenges.) This week it was a 7-9 out of 10. Incredibly high. And I realized something. When I’m depressed I eat and eat. I give in to my food cravings 100%. And like the depression, at first I wasn’t connecting the two. Only the other day did I think “Maybe this is from depression?” That was after I consumed an entire 10 pack of Ding Dongs. By the way… they no longer wrap them in foil which is BULLSHIT. It also shows how long its been since I had one.

Pizza, ding dongs, crackers and cheese, peanut butter and chocolate ice cream, doughnuts. All have found their way into my house and into my mouth. It feels like one of those old “before the picture starts visit our snack bar” cartoons where all the food is animated and I just sit on the couch as they march right into my mouth. Jesus.

But I told my mom today. “I’m just going through so much right now that I’m giving myself a break.” I’m still weighing myself and logging it. I’m just not being hard on myself about that number. I know it will go up. Even if I’ve been gardening, swimming and working like a fiend on my house. That’s something else I do if I’m feeling emotional or not mentally well. I work on re-arranging my house and trying to “make it better.”

I’m back on a singly dose of my Amantadine. Next week I can increase it to two in the morning which was where I was at. Hopefully that will help my pain and muscle problems. I’m terrified that the depression will linger until I’m fully off the Lamotragine. Or even after. Fuck fuck fuck.

 

 

The Epilepsy Files

 

 

So...

This happened last week.

It is a thing.
A new diagnoses to add to the delicious layered hamburger that has become my life. 

Kidding. 

It's more like a tiramisu. 

I hate tiramisu. 

 

I went to a new neurologist to get a second opinion. My new migraine neurologist (when he daned to meet me back in December) told me that he thought I was having seizures. He started me on Lamotragine right away.  

I thought he was wrong and totally nuts. But I took the Lamotragine anyway. I talked to my muscular neurologist who has been seeing me for years now for my mitochondrial dysfunction. I asked her what she thought and if I should get a second opinion. She said that she felt seizures were possible, but supported my getting a second opinion. She made the referral for me to see a specialist neurologist. 

Humor helps me get through hard news. 
I did get the Chinese food I wanted. 

Fast forward many many months and I finally got in to see her. She asked me a slew of questions. Taking her time and being very thoughtful. They conducted a neurological exam on me. And wanted to know more about my memory problems, "blanking out, zoning out" and me smelling things that aren't there. 

 

This resonated with me in a MAJOR way.

At the end of her check up she declared "You have epilepsy." That's a big, scary word for seizures. In fact the first, migraine neurologist had said "silent seizures" which makes it sound even better. Like comparing a tiny sweet dog to a slathering doberman. Silent seizures vs Epilepsy...

She then rattled off a very long list of things I need to do and can no longer do. No driving for a minimum of four months. Until I'm stable on medication and seizure free. Completely seizure free. No baths. Showers only with the bathroom door open and someone home. (Good thing I don't live alone!) Cooking on the back burner of the gas stove only. No going on ladders or high places with no railings. No swimming alone. It just kept on going. I felt like I was trying to get a sip of water from a fire hose. 

She said I need an ID bracelet saying I have seizures. So I treated myself to a new pretty one. You have to treat yourself, right?

I've given you the facts, but I didn't say much about how I feel. I guess I'm still processing it? I know I'm far from the only one in the world blessed with stupid health. But it can also feel lonely. Almost like one more thing to put a wedge between me and my husband (who is relatively healthy and very able bodied.)

I also feel like now all the symptoms overlap so much that I can't tell what caused what. What's the biggest problem? The one screaming the loudest? If they're all screaming in one body, how can I tell.

She said that the types of seizures I'm having directly correlate to where my brain tumor and surgery were. She said that it's likely scar tissue that set it off. 

 

The left temporal lobe. These are post-surgery MRI scans. The new seizure neurologist wants me to do a new brain MRI since I haven't had one in three years now.

2018 to 2026. So even though my surgery was eight years ago, it is still hugely impacting my life. My migraines, pressure sensitivity and now seizures. Oh yeah! And I can't scuba dive either. Well, I couldn't do that anyway because of the plates in my head.

This is getting hard for a mermaid who wants nothing more than to go back to the sea. Luckily she said nothing about snorkeling.  

 

 

2026 Has Been Rough

Last week my mom was in the hospital for her heart. She seems to have a medical crisis every year, but this one was by far the scariest. Well, that's not true. In the moment they are ALL terrifying. But this one was the closest to death I think she has come. I was sure she was going to die. I'm not ready for that yet. Not ready to lose her from my life forever. But will I ever be? I'm sure no.

This year has been crap for me medically as well.

 

 Eye infection in January. Starting the year off with a BANG.

 

Bad pink eye in February. Yes, it spread to the other eye. 

 

Urinary Tract Infection (UTI) in March. The fun just keeps coming.

Hives that pop up after compression, touching grass, hay or my dog's claws. Or just because.

 

My fingernail strangely lifting up off my nail bed (2 of them.)

In April I had another round of pink eye. But I didn't take any pictures this time. This will have to do...

Now it's May and I woke up with thrush yesterday. Fuck my life. 

This is a great reminder for me.

 

I had some labs done recently since I told my doctor I've been obviously have immune problems. 

She's referred me to a rheumatologist. I haven't seen one since 2018 (when I also had positive labs) and it wasn't a great experience. They thought I had Rheumatoid arthritis (RA), but it ended up being Mitochondrial Myopathy. I was put on medication that just made my symptoms much much worse (plaquenil) for RA. So needless to say I'm nervous about it.

 

Next week I'm seeing a neurologist for the second opinion about my "silent seizures." Does she agree that I have them?

 

Then comes the ENT to review treatments for my right year that likes to plug up on me for days on end when the pressure changes.

 

Also the gynecologist to talk about possible HRT to help my post-menopausal symptoms.

 

In the meantime I'm hoping to get my referral for Botox for migraines. I've been fighting with them about that since November. 

 

And people like to ask what I do with "all my free time." The answer is I don't have any. 

I feel like I don't even have enough to do art, When I'm not doing all this I'm trying to keep up with my precious pups, the house or with the people I love.  Of course I also spend a huge chunk of my day unconscious.

 

So yeah. 2026 has been kicking my butt.  

 

New Diagnosis

I saw my new migraine neurologist yesterday. He's changing one of my migraine medications. He's also hopeful that I can keep on my current medication and just add Botox back into the mix. He's trying to get it approved with my insurance right now.

He also said that he thinks I'm having "silent seizures." That was big news. This past year I'd been having a problem where I smell cigarette smoke and I'm not around any. It lasts days, one time it lasted about a whole month. I haven't had it happen since September, but I still brought it up.

He said given the location of my craniotomy and my symptoms he thinks it's seizures. He said it's quite common due to the scar tissue and brain injury. No one told me about that. I looked it up when I got home and he's right. It is fairly common, even 10+ years after your craniotomy. 

He ordered an EEG and wants to start me on Keppra to keep the seizures from growing. He said it's like a little forest fire that we want to contain before it gets out of control. 

I had no idea that's what was happening. My husband was skeptical and thought he might be seeing something that wasn't there. But he was positive enough to get me started on Keppra right away. 

This weekend is my mom's big 70th birthday. We're going away to the city for the weekend with her girlfriends. I'm very excited about it. So I haven't really processed this news.

Looking back on my blog I've had many diagnosis through the years. A few of them even stuck! Mitochondrial Dysfunction, Brain Meningioma and now this. Thank the Goddess I didn't really have Rheumatoid Arthritis. I think there's plenty going on.

I don't think it will feel real until my medical chart is updated with the records and a new diagnosis. Meanwhile, I started the Keppra. Don't want that fire to spread