The things I’ve been through…

Okay… It’s been awhile. Let’s look at the previous entry from way back in August. Back then, I had started seeing a new Psychologist. This is just something that I just felt needed to be done. No big deal…. right?

Well… it was working with this person to “change medications”. Honestly, this was a dumb idea and I should have denied to do it. Instead, I went ahead and agreed to change one… or some… or all. Whatever. No big deal…. right?

It IS a big deal. I’ve been taking these medications from my Neurologist for years and was asked by the Psychologist to just entirely drop one. The reasons for this medication I was taking was seizures (by a Neurologist) and I was using the SAME medication for another reason (by a different doctor). Well, this new Psychologist told me to just drop it because… well… I honestly can’t remember the entire reason for that. SO, what happens to me when I just “drop” a seizure medication?…

I have a bad-ass seizure on the day-after Christmas.

I was lucky that my awesome son is with me at the house. He finds me on the living room floor and calls an ambulance. I have no memory of this and the next thing I know is that I’m opening my eyes hours later in the same hospital where I got the brain surgery done. SHIT! At that time I could see and hear, but I just couldn’t speak. I was told that my brain was not working enough to get words all the way through and out my mouth, so the doctor will be back later. Thankfully, after an hour or so, I was able to talk when the Neurologist returned.

I was told that earlier (but don’t remember) that I had been put through enough brain scans to look further. It’s still there… what little is left (haha). I was just basically told to GET BACK ON the medication that I had stopped, but only getting on it SLOWLY. Started this all over again directly after getting out of the hospital, and I AM STILL slowly getting back on these pills in April.

Okay. Side effects of this medication that I had gladly gotten away from before having the seizure: “increased tremor” and “getting less words out of my mouth”.

I’ve always had a tremor in my arm/hand since the damage to my brain 35 years ago. With this med, it is just worse.

I have always been able to think about and know exactly what I want to speak. I just don’t have the luxury of getting everything out of my mouth on the medication. I can get all my words out when I RAISE MY VOICE (done with a different part of the brain), but I just can’t when I speak “normal” as easily.

So, that is where I am at today. Have not had any more seizures (thank God), but the tremor in my arm is getting worse. I’ve forgotten how bad the tremor has got while on this medication. Bummer….

That Psych Lady….

You know, I should of just blogged about the past visit earlier this week, but …. (eh, I can’t think of a good excuse)… I believe now that I have had such a tiny-tiny change in my medication, it has effected my psych visits “a bunch”.

My Psych Lady before she had been acting as if she has never met a guy with “brain surgery” and NOW “brain surgery with the lowering of medication”…. Really? Really?

We ate our lunch and did our talk.

As I was leaving, I was informed that we were going to keep visiting. So I asked…

“For a long time?”
“Forever and ever?”
“Eh, maybe not THAT long….”

MAYBE? Oh, that’s the best word that has been said! Better than — NO WAY AT ALL!


Homework from a Psych??

Saw Ms. Psych-lady on Monday. Ah, this was a different Monday. Not day-of-the-week, just what we did! Monday was a good day to have an abnormal Monday. Any other day, who knows. But, today was a good Monday for a change.

Ate differently. Not the best…. Not the favorite….. But, it was a good change. Had a good discussion about… things you discuss with people like that.

OK. End of that aimless wording such stuff. 

After eating, we walked to the bookstore. What was purchased? I bought something. She bought something.

MY PURCHASE was a Monty Python poster for my house:


Now, my Psych decided that she would purchase a book to read (from a bookstore??). What a concept:



Mmmm… “Clinical Tales”. As we left the store and walking back to the car, she put the book in my hands.

She gives me the orders of: “READ THE BOOK! YOU WILL BE TESTED NEXT WEEK!”


I tried to prove to her that this would be an impossible thing for me to do by holding it to read. (“Homework” was never a favorite thing back in school…)

I took it upon myself to inform her: “I cannot hold it in my SHAKY RIGHT-HAND to read this.

She had forgotten that my right-hand shakes and my left-hand does not. I reminded her of this by retelling the “story” of my brain. You know, my messed up left-side of the brain is a messed up right-side of the body. All based upon where the location of that ‘ole BRAIN that I got fixed. (Not fixing any shakiness on the RIGHT SIDE, but the LEFT SIDE works fine.)

“Just read it and we’ll talk about it NEXT WEEK!”

SOLUTION! I bought the book for my Kindle with the Audio version when I got home. Ahhhhh…. I’ll just listen to the dang thing.

SO, I guess I was given work to do by my teacher <cough> I mean Psych lady.

Okay… I went, so I might as well blog…

It was that day again. That first day. That Monday. Her day, but NOT HER CHOICE THIS TIME!

“Are we getting our superb choice that you have always made for us to enjoy our eating,” she asks.

“Why, yes, you are correct. That burger-place is the most favorite of us both, you have always seemed to be acting full of choices and choose against it when the choice is your own.”

Unfortunately… ya-da ya-da….

We had our intelligent discussion while eating, but then starting having a “DEEP DISCUSSION” about the new thing here in town. Purchasing of Fiber Optics for Internet, Television, Telephone… la-de-da was already on her “side-of-town”. ME? I HAVE BEEN WAITING A LONG TIME!!!

What? What? What? Why would a person being offered Fiber Optics to their house just turn it down??? This was just… disgusting for her to say that she could not decide on whether she should invest in Fiber Optics or not! YES!

“YES!” I yell at her, “This should not be anything that you have to actually think about. DO IT! DO IT! Make the Investment and bring in the enjoyment of the system to your heart and family.”

Who knows what the psych-lady will decide to do after my bothering her, but yet, she bothers myself. We will see….

Another Pazartesi (Turkish)

What is done on a Monday…? Uh….  Okay.

  1. Visit the Psych Lady.
  2. It’s HER turn to choose the lunch place.
  3. She INSISTS that we need to go back to our Natural Grocery Store (whatever it is called)
  4. Eat, Drink and Talk there

Then we went back to the office. Finished…

Ah, wait! Here’s a good part to yawn about. Afterwards, I was outside and waiting for the taxi to pick me up, like he is scheduled to do. I wait. And wait. And wait…. I txt him on my cell phone to see where he is.

Me: Yo, are we running late today?
Taxi Guy: No, I am sitting in the parking lot.

Ok, this is a tiny parking lot and I can see everyone from where I stand.

Me: Uh, no. I’m standing outside the psych building and viewing the parking lot. Don’t see you.
Taxi Guy: Hold on. I’ll be there in a minute.

He txt me earlier that he was “ALREADY HERE”. Found out from him that he was waiting at the hospital parking lot, not where I was at.

He had forgotten what day it was and where he just dropped me off an hour ago…. Eh, no big deal.

ha ha…