Another day, another seizure

I woke up this morning (14/3) at 6:15 when the alarm went off for the first time (we have it go off at 6:15 and then at 6:45 (don't ask). Any way, I wake up with a start at about 6:30 and begin to get the early precursor signs of a seizure. However it feels like it's only going to be a minor. Anyway I take a Clobazam (something that's supposed to dampen down the intensity of the seizure) but the symptoms get worse and I start to spasm and make weird noises and then pass out. Luckily I didn't wet myself or bite my tongue and at least I was in bed and my wife was there to look after me. I came to at around 8:30 but then slept on and off until about 10:00 (Clobazam makes you drowzy).

My neurologist was very surprised when I spoke to him about the previous seizure and upped my Lamotrigine dosage to 400mg per day, which is high. I hope it doesn't have to go up any higher.

So - my driving licence is put back once more. I'm beginning to wonder whether I'll ever get to drive again.

Oops - I done it again!

I've had two more seizure attacks and you could say that I was lucky because both occurred while I was in bed and both at weekends. I suppose I should also be glad that I am now able to recognise the precursor to the actual seizure. In all three last cases (the two reported here plus the one in the blog on the 1st of October) I have woken from a disturbing dream, although I can't describe what the content of the dream was, smelling this sharp and unnerving smell that I've described in previous blog loggings. I wake up and smell this and immediately know that things are not going to go comfortably. I can feel my body move into spasm and I try very hard to control my breathing and movement but it is beyond my control. One thing that is taught to people observing a seizure is that when this occurs, see if the person still recognises their name. It's a bizarre idea, but it works. As long as the person thrashing, dribbling, keening and so on recognises their name then there's no need to call an ambulance. They're still all right.

Bollocks.

If I'm in that state, I want Captain Scarlett, Doctor Who and Bones at my side within seconds.

The fucker is that I had gone 2 1/2 months without a seizure. (You have to go 12 months without a seizure before you can drive again). Now it's all reset and I've got to wait for another year before I get my licence back.