February 25, 2015 by unclespike218
After my seizure in the summer of 2005…
…I saw an old geezer of a doc who wanted to put me on a second medication in addition to the first one I had already been on. Thing was, I knew exactly why I’d had that damned seizure…and it didn’t have anything to do with my medication’s efficacy or lack thereof. So I took his prescription and immediately threw it in the garbage, dubbing him a shill of the pharmaceutical industry.
Fast forward ten years. My current neurologist, who is a great guy, heard my concerns about the medication I was on and how it was screwing with my liver enzymes. As a fellow doc put it, having high liver enzymes for years on end (like I have) never ends well. He knew it wasn’t so great for me to continue on that medication. So he recommended I go on another medication and wean myself off the current one. It was the same medication that doc from ten years ago had originally recommended to me. And it was known to have minimal effects on the liver.
I got the prescription filled, went home, then immediately began doing the 21st century thing: searching online for the side effects of this medication. Scared me to death. Anger, aggression, depression, suicidal tendencies, and mania were brought up repeatedly. That was on top of the side effects that come with any antiseizure medication: fatigue, lethargy, mental lassitude, and occasional dizziness. To mitigate the effects of the latter side effects, I took this medication right before bed. (It’s good to be tired right at bedtime.) But not before hesitating for a good minute or two, trepid and unsure. And I went to bed.
Woke up the next morning, unusually refreshed and relaxed. Felt great all day, too. No hint of emotional lability. So I took my medication last night with more confidence and went to sleep again. This morning: more of the same. I considered it a wonderful birthday present that I could feel so relaxed.
Although I know it’s too soon to make a definitive judgment, the theme for the past few days could be entitled How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Keppra. And I’m hoping this sentiment continues for the long haul. It’s great to feel such euphoria. Now, if it prevents seizures as well as it should, I’ll be ecstatic.