I'm very happy that 40 is over. It is an age that lots of people dread. The stigma attached to being 40 is
overwhelming amazing astounding devastating exciting mind-boggling shattering staggering stunning vast eye-opening. I feel like I've spent the last year waiting for the other shoe to drop.
It has. Sort-of. My 16 year old son was just diagnosed with Juvenille Myoclonic Epilepsy. It sounds bad. It feels bad. But it really isn't. With medication, he should be able to live a seizure free life. Everything with him was up and down last year. First, he had a grand mal seizure, his only one ever. Then we had lots of testing with negative results. That felt good. It seemed like it was a fluke that he'd had the seizure. 40% of all people have 1 grand mal in their lifetime. The doctor thought that it was probable that he'd never have another one. Then he was having some mild twitching. At first, it didn't seem like anything. Then it became more prominent, so off to the doctor we went. More testing. Results this time showed some slow wave activity indicating his seizure disorder. So now he just needs to be on the seizure medication to prevent a grand mal. And I will be purchasing a medic alert bracelet for him.
And that was my year of 40. Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. I'm working on keeping it up!
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