The old me: With seizures, but relatively svelte. Seizures managed, but not controlled, by potassium bromide.
The new me: Without seizures, but "fluffier," as someone euphemistically described me yesterday at the bluff. Last night I was unable to jump up on the bed, due to my burgeoning fluff.
The difference: Along with the potassium bromide, I'm now taking phenobarbital, which is known to cause both lethargy and increased appetite.
Is it worth it? Logically, the exchange of my firm abs for a seizure-free life would seem to be worth it so long as the phenobarbital doesn't cause any mental softening. Just a matter of kissing my days as a hunky pup goodby, and going gentle into that good night of middle age.
And, in fact, I have not been lethargic. But this jumping-up problem is sobering. Am I going to have to live out my life needing others to lift me up onto my lounge chairs?
The diet vultures are already circling again.
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