April 13, 2015 by unclespike218
I can’t remember another time in life when I have felt so uselessly convalescent. My brain remains a cesspool of muck and mire, but Keppra has not only brought my brain down, it has taken my muscles – and to some extent, my coordination – along with it. I feel perpetually weak, but also feel supremely unmotivated, even as much of my soul fights against the powers that be, wanting to do…something. Sitting and reading FB, watching videos…this is not how life should be lived, and so much of me rebels against it.
But what to do? Read? Listen to podcasts from Henry Rollins or RuPaul? Get out and run or bike for awhile? Those are nice and all, but…can I make a routine out of it and get myself back to where I needed to be before? And under the numbing influence of Keppra, no less? God…some help, some structure from without, please, so I can put up my structure from within. Because this amorphous post-modern construct of a mass that barely passes for life nowadays is dissolving me.