So, today is Lillian’s last day of Phenobarbital. Who cares? I do. I’m thinking that she’ll be okay. We started paring back the doses on Thursday and she hasn’t reacted at all. It hasn’t affected her sleeping, she hasn’t been overly grumpy, and there have been no more convulsions.
In other Lillian-related news, she’s started smiling and reacting to sound. Grampa Bob was all-too-willing to make an arse out of himself in order to facilitate the smiling. Thanks Grampa Bob!
One more Convulsion-related appointment (with a neurologist who wants to know about my family history) and then, if all is well, we can put this behind us and move on into a new, unmedicated future with Lillian.
YEAH!
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Speaking of the neurologist, I need that family chart thing for the appointment tomorrow.
I will email it to you today.
I like the new look.
It was required, because all my links were at the bottom of the page all of the sudden.
I blame Google.
klaem? What does that mean?
Whose breast is that? Kim's or yours?
That's a pillow!
I realize my boobs are big and pale, but they're not quite that big or that pale, thank you very much.
Yeah, it's a non-flip pillow, so she would stay on the hospital bed.
ykgrfgm: you kan get rabies from growling mice.
I'd hit that pillow.
Yeah, right! You'd pick at that pillow until all the stuffing was gone, and it was nothing more than a... a... mini sleeping bag!
Damn rights Cliff.
For penance, you must...kick a carton of chocolate milk on to the roof of the fast food establishment of your choice.
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