Is there something about neurologists this way? The one I used to see, every single visit, he’d sit with his feet up on the file cabinet and say, “You haven’t been taking your Dilantin.” Because my blood tests indicated a lower level of Dilantin than he deemed adequate. Must have been a year or more he kept saying that, and meanwhile, I was practically building my schedule around taking it every twelve hours. Like if I was in a movie theater, I’d keep track of the time and wash the pills down with my diet cola. Then finally, he offhandedly says, “Maybe you need to take a larger dose.” Ya think? Not long after that, I started weaning myself off it entirely. I hadn’t had a seizure the whole time I was allegedly underdosed, and I still haven’t.
So yeah, seek another neuro if at all feasible. Also, glad everyone’s okay!
There was a commercial that ruined that song for me. All I could hear from then on was, “Lemon Tree, it’s from Lipton; got that fresh-squeezed lemon taste!” Not that I loved it to begin with. “The fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat.” Er, ever had lemon pie, or lemon chicken, or lemonade? And what’s on the rim of all those cocktails? Okay, you wouldn’t eat a lemon like an apple, but it’s not like it’s poison, or even indigestible.
That would drive me up the wall. Came out of the gym yesterday about 4pm and one of the main roads was closed due to an accident, so a 3-mile drive home took 35 minutes and that tested my patience, but 3 hours…
