Tomorrow morning at bright and early I have my appointment with a certain Dr. So and So for a cognitive test. This is part of determining whether I am a surgical candidate for epilepsy surgery, as there are many steps to actually getting to the cutting part.
Six (or even seven?) years ago, I started this process on my OWN with a self-referral and a neuropsychological exam and cognitive testing at a psychiatrists office because I had some neurologic concerns. I knew something was wrong with my brain. Turns out I had epilepsy, you know! WHODATHUNKIT? I didn't know. (I did poorly on the testing, was diagnosed with a cognitive disorder.) At that time, I was over here blogging about hypoglycemia - "OMG MY BLOOD SUGAR IS LOW!*" and poking the shit out of my fingers every two seconds. Who knows if the reactive hypoglycemia wasn't triggering the crap out of my brain -- at the time! I had no idea what was going on -- all I knew is that something felt wrong and my brain felt like oatmeal much of the time. *Coincidentally, that is part of my seizure-schtick.
And it still does, except now I get to take like eighteen pills a day, AND have seizures, AND know they happen. Wicked super fun. Shaving my head will be the funnest part.