Self Prescribing Some Wine for my Whine

My frustration and irritation level is way up this week. We’ve been looking at the possibility of reducing the price on our home since we’re getting so many looks, including three second looks, but no offers. Then we got the heads up that another jerk in the neighborhood is going on the market this weekend priced almost $10,000 less and with a bonus room we don’t have. So we preemptively dropped the price and are hoping for a miracle before they hit the market. And unlike the other house that went on the market in our neighborhood that is under contract despite rotten wood and a lousy yard, this one actually has great curb appeal. Oh, please let it be a brass-infested wonderland inside. And if they go under contract first and accept an offer below a certain price point, we’re screwed and stuck where we are.

We had some people view the house yesterday that reportedly loved it. Except they have a second child on the way and they want more room. I’m not real clear on why they looked at all. Stop getting my hopes up, people!

Then, to top every thing off, Connor’s neurologist called yesterday with the results of his EEG. The stupid tuber in his left occipital lobe is acting up again. It has put out spikes before, but apparently Connor is having subclinical seizures again. Those are seizures that have no outward appearance, but show up on EEG. The tuber he had removed when he was four months old was causing him to have a couple subclinicals an hour, plus a handful of clinical (ones we could see) a day. We haven’t seen any on EEG since then. Yay. Here we go again. He assured me that this was nothing like when Connor was born but he did see more than one in the eight hours. Mother F. When we started him on Trileptal, we upped the dose once per directions, but never upped the second time — per directions — since we weren’t really seeing anything anymore. So now we are upping and will have another EEG once Connor is totally off the vigabatrin.

I’m just really baffled by the whole concept of a subclinical seizure. I know what the technical definition is; I just don’t get how it affects him. Yes, I understand it’s not good to have funky brain activity, but if he shows no outward signs, how is it affecting him? Like, if I had one right now, what would it do? Does he feel something we can’t see? Connor is happy and progressing, but would he be progressing faster without them? Maybe. Or would it even matter because so many factors go into delaying a TSC kid? If by some crazy chance, someone with epilepsy reads this and has subclinicals on their EEG, if you could enlighten me to your experience…

UnknownSpeaking of progression, here is an area where he is fighting us tooth and nail. The bottle. I cannot get that kid off the nipple. He doesn’t care what style or shape the cup is  — he’d probably even drink out of Flavor Flav’s chalice — it just better have a nipple on top. The hard plastic sippy cups inspire instant anger and hurling of the container, so we tried the sippy cups that are interchangeable with his bottle. We can either have the sippy cup mouthpiece or the regular nipple. He hates this sippy cup mouthpiece a little less because it’s pliable like a nipple, but other than sticking it in his mouth a few times, he just plays with his bottle. His speech therapist gave us some things to try, but thus far, no luck. Maybe his college roommate will shame him away from it.

I mean, how much difference can there be?!
I mean, how much difference can there be?!

I leave you with a montage of Connor’s funky sleeping positions. Apparently some people have to plan their whole day around their kid’s naps. Not me!

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