Monday, February 17, 2014

Tremors and brothers

It's been one month since my seizure, and I am trying to figure out how to deal with the side effects of the anti-seizure medication.

First day the doctors prescribed Keppra. I didn't like the side effects including sores in my mouth, being dizzy, feeling like I was buzzed like a drunk, and a kind of weakness in my arms.

That week I complained to my doctors about side effects. The doctor said that Keppra is the best new drug they like to use. I was adamant to change. Reluctantly they prescribed Dilantin but I had to wean off of Keppra.

I have been reading about the side effects of Keppra and Dilantin. The two things that I noticed right away: I have tremors in my hands and tremors in my eyelids. 
I continue to be plagued with weakness with my limbs most notably on my right arm where I was paralyzed initially after the stroke happened.

When I was shaving this morning, it was difficult because of the tremors.

Yesterday, my son asked me to help him to let retrofit a Nerf gun. I needed to use a Hacksaw and series of drills and drill bits. I was determined to bond with my son on that project. For two years my son has been so patient and so helpful considering his childhood is changed forever because of my medical issues.

I did complete the project but is incredibly difficult. He had no clue that I had some problems completing the task. I had tremors. I was confused sometimes about the way the drill would work. Which way to turn the drill?  

Tools were very intuitive for me. In our garage I have so many tools including a table saw, miter saw, Skil saws, and a whole bunch of specialized tools. 

I remodeled houses. One of my best jobs was building houses with my brothers. I am proud that I am one of the “Dunham Brothers.” Now, it seems that my brothers accompany me when I am hospitalized!

I did complete the project with my son. But it seem like it was slow-motion. I had to concentrate on every step of the way. Considering how the project went I was kind happy. It was slow and deliberate like I had short-circuits in my brain. But I did it. I don't know how I did it but I did it.

"Concentrate." That term has a new meaning for me. I am scared to use my tools. Now I'm scared to shave!

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