Mary is away

So with Mary away, I (again) slept on the couch and the cat (again) woke me up at some ungodly hour. I suppose to some extent I should be worried about having a seizure on the couch, but I get frustrated enough about the epilepsy in general that thinking about where I might have a seizure while sleeping just seems nit-picky to me. I seem to by and large be much more upbeat than I was the other day, but I am finding that my "depression," if you will, that I normally ensure post-seizure seems worse over these past few months.
Is it because the seizures are in clusters?
Is it because of the new meds I am on?
I don't know, but I suppose at the end of the day what really matters is that I cope with it! :-)
Mary is getting married to an epileptic. There is a reason why her nickname is Saint Mary. To put up with me, irrespective of my epilepsy, takes quite a soul! :-)

gettin punchy

So monday night I had another cluster - three this time. After the first two, Mary woke me up and gave me an Atavan (sp?) which my doctor said could stop seizures in the middle of a cluster. Well, I only had three, so maybe it did work. I don't know.
Apparently, I was a little too close to the windowsill that night, as not only do I have a bump on my head, but I tore up my knuckles/hand pretty good. So good, in fact, that I got blood all over the sheets (sorry Mary!). Ugh. Not a good night. Called in sick as usual and slept most of the day.
I really, really hate epilepsy. When my parents called that morning (I had emailed them what had happened), I picked up the phone and responded "Mary's house of Milkshakes!" My mom chuckled and Mary laughed, but when I tried a similar joke later with my doctor, I got no reaction. *sigh*
I already had an appointment with my doctor for Monday, so I will see him then to measure how my Depakote levels are in my liver. He just bumped me up to 1500mg a day.
FYI - the Big E Sucks.