Resistance is futile
Sorry to bore you with yet another trip to the neurologist, but this one bears mentioning as I was officially proclaimed “pharma-resistant”. He really really wants me to have an operation to stop the seizures. However, snipping the nerves in my spinal column that lead to the language centre of my brain, with no guarantee of success, doesn’t sound particularly appealing to me (he euphemistically blogged). So I guess I’ll continue looking for the combination of prescription drugs and alcohol that gets me down to an acceptable frequency/severity.
The trouble is, the ones I’m on now, while not being particularly effective, are also anti-depressives, and I feel f*****g great.
I wouldn’t trust 21st century surgery as far as I could throw it! Stick with the drugs!
A colleague recently had an operation to stop sweaty armpits which involved cutting a nerve in his spinal column. They had to move his lung out of the way to get at it. I suppose sweaty armpits can be a blight on your life, but that seems to be a high risk for a poor payback (although to be fair, he’s pretty happy with the results so far).
I’m like you though, a healty (sic) mistrust of 21st century surgery means I’ll keep on with the drugs unless it becomes absolutely necessary.