So one UTI and a set of antibiotics later, I am now healthy (brain damage, AVM and epilepsy withstanding), which is great. For my epilepsy I've recently been taking 2x150mg Lamotragine per day and 2x1000mg Keppra per day. We added Keppra because I was still having seizures, which I shouldn't have now as the UTI has gone (fingers crossed).
The problem now is that the Keppra is killing me. Before you get worried I don't mean that in a literal sense, I mean it in the sense that I can't get up, and I have a constant piercing ringing in my ears. It's a bloody nightmare; I'm literally bed bound.
So what is to be done? "Why, take away the Keppra and put on a bit more Lamotragine!" I hear you say, and to you, I tip my hat. It makes sense right? When I wasn't on Keppra, I was doing fine. Now I'm on Keppra I'm not doing fine. It's that simple.
I'm currently living with my parents whilst all this dust settles, and until this meds problem is sorted out. Without trying to sound like a 13 year old boy explaining to the police the reason he reeks of weed is due to his bad upbringing, the problem is my parents.
They want me to stay on the current dose. You know. The dose that keeps me completely incapacitated. I get what their point is though; they don't want to swap meds too quickly without giving these new ones a try, and I understand that. But I've been on these things for 3 weeks now, and I don't think it takes a doctor to figure out that these are no good for me.
What am I supposed to do now? I mean my epilepsy specialist has told me to get rid of the Keppra, how more clear cut can this situation be? I'm 22, which sort of constitutes as an "adult", so I could technically just say "stuff you" and cram as many/little pills as I wanted into my body. But they're taking care of me, and they're stressed as hell, so I don't want to do that. They're must exist some combination of words that could make them understand why this is the only way. It's almost as if they think I pretend to not be able to get out of bed just because I'm trying to prove a point. I'm not trying to "win" anything, I just want my life back, and they are currently the only things blocking my recovery.
To reiterate; I know I sound 13, but I'm 22 I promise. Now excuse me, these legos aren't going to build into a spaceship themselves!