My daughter’s EEG confirmed what the doctor told us earlier in the week. She does have Juvenile Myoclonick Epilepsy. He gave her meds to start tomorrow.

I’ve never had and EEG or seen one done on anyone so this was my first. I pretty much knew what to expect with the probes attached to her head. I didn’t expect there to be so many of them. 18 I think. They put a strobe light in front of her eyes for about three minutes that gradually increased in speed. I know they needed to do this to check her brain waves but my God, I have never felt so helpless as when she was lying there seizing on the bed. I wanted so bad to scream at them and make them stop. You never realize how long minutes are until something happens that you can’t control. Those were the longest three minutes. I can only imagine what they must have been like for my daughter.

She handled it really well. She was extremely nervous about the test and I’m sure this whole thing has scared her but she doesn’t talk about it. Out of sight, out of mind is how she has been dealing with it. I think it finally became real today for her. Having to go through the EEG and the doctor giving her meds to take. There is no more wishful thinking or denying. This is what it is.

 

Changing a little here

 

When I got back to work I called my mother-in-law to let her know what was what. In the mix of me giving her all the details about the test and the meds she tells me that my sister-in-law was going to call my daughter today but didn’t know what to say to her. What the fuck is that all about? Why wouldn’t she just say what she always says? She doesn’t want to be treated any differently than she was before anybody knew anything. She’s still the same person she’s always been. This doesn’t effect her as a person; what’s on the inside. She still has the same feelings and thoughts that she’s always had. She’s still Kasey!! Treat her the same way you’ve always treated her. I don’t treat her any differently than I did 6 months ago or two years ago. Why do people feel the need to SAY anything when faced with something like this? Just carry on as usual. Fuck! Get over it and talk to her like you always do. Don’t make it harder than it needs to be.

 

Two reasons for this song today:

One

It’s pouring buckets and buckets of rain here. It’s only a good day if you’re a duck.

Two

Quite a few posts ago, I mentioned my daughter waiting to go to the doctor for ‘twitching’. Well she went on Monday and the neurologist has scheduled her for an EEG tomorrow morning. He is telling us that from what we have told him it sounds like Juvenile Myoclonick Epilepsy. The test tomorrow will either confirm or deny this.

This form of epilepsy, like most, can be controlled with meds. A lifetime of them. According to the doctor, the biggest problem with the meds will be finding the right one for her that won’t affect her reproductive organs in case she decides to have kids later in life. She will have to wait at least 6 months after being on the right meds, with no episodes before she can even THINK about driving. After her meds are straight, the doctor says she will be able to anything she wants to do.

After visiting the doctor and learning more about what’s going on, I had my questions to God. The typical questions. Why her? Why someone so young? What did she do to deserve this?

I know there are no real answers to those questions and they say you’re not supposed to question why God does things the way he does but dammit, there they are. I question. I wonder. I wish it upon myself. I wish upon anyone else but her. I wish I could blame it on something or someone. I want answers. I get angry. I say it’s unfair. All that I say or think, doesn’t change the fact that this is the way it is and this is the way it’s going to be for the rest of her life. I can both continue to question and be angry or I can suck it up and deal with it. Do what’s best for her and keep my game face on!!

So, I choose not to be angry (although I know I will be at times). I choose not complain (although I know I will). I choose not to blame, (I can’t anyway). I choose not to wish it upon anyone else (This I can’t change either). I will continue to find answers. In this, I mean I will learn what I can of this disease to help my daughter the best I can.

I choose to take it one day at a time and keep on smilin’!!!!

Artist: Wet Willie Song: Keep On Smilin'

other great music

Sometimes you just need to stop and smell the roses

 

 

 

 

Another Shark Attack in Florida has left a man with a severed limb

 

 

Be careful where you swim gentlemen!!!

I had this picture on my camera and got to thinking about last weekend.

My oldest daughter's boyfriend came over for the first time last Saturday night. I've met him several times but the timing of hubby and the BF meeting has been off so last weekend was the first time they met.

The meeting went off without a hitch. The BF was really nervous meeting 'the dad'. I think hubby was just as nervous about meeting the BF.

Aside from all that...'The Tavern' is where we spend most of our time when we are home. So it was only natural for the meeting to take place in there. Now everyone around here is used to walking in and seeing what we see but I'm not so sure about the BF. I can only imagine what he thought when he walked in and seen where we hang out. He made no comment but as I was looking at the picture, I was wondering how someone who is not around hunters and dead animals would view 'the tavern'.



The picture doesn't show all of the animals in there. Last count was 12 deerheads, 4 ducks, 2 fish, 5 turkey feathers/tails, 1 bobcat, a pheasant and countless sets of antlers. It's like walking into a nightmare

As you can tell we're BIG Dale, Jr. fans. If it's not hunting, it's racing, if it's neither one of those, it doesn't go up in 'the tavern'.

Although I am working on putting a new calendar on the wall for the new year. We (the women) have been looking at the same calendar since 2004 (just realized that last night) I'm getting really tired of looking at that blonde in the bathing suit I think it's time for the women to have a decent male calendar for viewing