Seizure EEG

So I had my EEG this week. I don't recommend them. The flashing light and hyperventilation were a lot more taxing than I had anticipated. It left me exhausted for about 24hrs. But when you stop and think about how much energy goes into forcing yourself to hyperventilate for three minutes... Well... I shouldn't have been surprised. 

Collage and pictures courtesy of my mom/driver/personal assistant/fairy Godmother

I'm constantly shocked by my lack of stamina. Even this many long years after my diagnosis. I think that could be some kind of body dysmorphia. I see myself as far far far more capable than I am. Always. In any situation. "Sure I can lift that couch by myself. Absolutely I can walk a mile over rough terrain. You bet I can swim across that canal. I'm invincible!" Or maybe I'm just hugely optimistic? We'll call it that and not pathologize.  

However, I digress.

I did the EEG and the report came back normal. My husband joked that "Nothing about you is normal." But I have paperwork saying that my little brain is. YAY!

A normal EEG doesn't rule out Silent Seizures. Bummer.

Now I'm going to just hold off on taking anything for seizures until I talk to Dr. Williams, my muscular neurologist at the end of this month.

One invasive medical appointment done. Nothing else till Botox for migraines hopefully resumes next month. IF my insurance approved it. 

Hey Me! You're Disabled Dummy!

Holy hell. I had a big "aha" moment the other day. 

I needed to complete a certain number of hours of training when I renewed my license. A very large number of hours. I've been procrastinating completing them. This past week I finally got down to work. It took me about three hours, but I finished one course successfully. 

Then I spent the rest of the day exhausted and seeing double from so much reading for so long.

Completing just a very small section of what was being asked of me left me feeling physically ill. Why was I putting myself through this? 

No... seriously... why? The more I thought about doing this 10 more times the more nauseous I became. Was I even this person anymore? Didn't I leave all this behind because I'm disabled and can't do it any longer?

Yes. Yes I did. And no, silly. I don't have to do it 10 more times. I don't have to do it ever again if that's what I chose. Because why put my brain and body through that? I can help people in many other ways.

I feel like I've been in limbo ever since I left work. At first I was too ill to do hardly anything. But the last (almost) two years I've been torn between art and therapy and not really doing either that well.

I've always been an artist. I am an artist. I adore making ceramic pieces, drawing and painting. It's time I drop all the studying, quizzes and shit that makes me ill and get back to creating things. Like many disabled women artists that came before me.

Frida Kahlo

Yayoi Kasama

Lisa Bufano

Emily Barker

Judith Scott

And many many more. I'm honored to join their ranks

Me taking a much needed chill pill