I’m hoping this blog entry is the result of a bad type of medication vs. having epilepsy overall (the first would mean it’s a lot less common). It’s likely something my doctor prescribed back in the early 2000’s when I was “medication hopping”, trying (and failing) to find a combination that would prevent my seizures. It wasn’t until I spent some time in the hospital with a bunch of wires glued to my head that they found where the problem area was in my brain and picked an effective pair of meds.<\/p>\n
The result I’m referring to is having a really bad<\/b> long-term memory. I remember very little from high school and college, which makes reunions extremely awkward:<\/p>\n
“Hey, remember when we—”
\n“No. No, I don’t.”<\/p>\n
As a result, I’ve only been to one of each: one for high school and one for college. I hate the idea of people reflecting on our good ol’ days and I don’t know what they’re talking about. I can usually recognize former classmates, but our history together? The classes we took, the events we attended, the games of D&D we played? Not likely. I hate it and it also scares me a little. I don’t like being in a room full of strangers in the first place, but a room of strangers who know me and I should know, but don’t? Even worse.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I’m hoping this blog entry is the result of a bad type of medication vs. having epilepsy overall (the first would mean it’s a lot less common). It’s likely something my doctor prescribed back in the early 2000’s when I was “medication hopping”, trying (and failing) to find a combination that would prevent my seizures. … <\/p>\n