The Last Three Days....

have been a little rough.

I spent Tuesday and Wednesday at the Mayo, again. This time I met with an epilepsy specialist named Dr. Cascino. He was really super nice, and seemed way more concerned and interested in my well-being than Kantarci ever did. However, he talked at a million miles a minute and sometimes it was kinda hard to keep up. On the plus side, he has three goals for me: be seizure free, be on meds that I am side-effect free, and be able to safely and legally do anything anyone else my age can do (like drive). YAY FOR AWESOME GOALS! On the minus side, he's really concerned about the lightheaded spells or simple-partial seizures I've been having, and is deeply worried about the fact that I have them every day, several times a day. This worries me, because I have grown used to them and had almost brushed them off as a minor inconvenience, but if they really are seizures... it just gets a little scary again. On the neutral side, because it's helpful but inconvenient, I get to spend another 3 days in the hospital. December 14th I check into Saint Mary's, get my head all wired up, sit in a bed, eat hospital food, and be video-monitored 24/7 for 2-3 days. Greattttt. So I have that to worry about, and mostly, trying to get all my school stuff for the semester done before all that happens. Yay for stresss! (note the sarcasm).

So that was Tuesday and Wednesday. Wednesday night Shawn and I drove out to Paynesville to spend time with my family for thanksgiving. 'Twas uneventful. We ate and spent the afternoon yesterday with his family, and that was entertaining. Shawn thought it would be funny to slam the cool-whip lid into my face, so I smeared his with snicker-salad. It was enjoyable. Shawn's Grandma prayed for me and got all teary-eyed, which was sweeet but very awkward. Shawn made Kelsey cry by insulting her boyfriend. We watched Up, and I took a nap. Shawn and Josh wrestled and got in some brotherly bonding time. It was a good thanksgiving. We went back to my parents' house and watched Shawn's Star Trek movie on the big screen TV. Then we drove home...

When we got home it was almost 10, and knowing that Turbo's light switches off a little after 9, I went to go check on him and give him some food. His light was off, his temperature was stable, everything appeared as it should have, but his little body was unresponsive. We hope that he died in his sleep- he was curled up in his bag like he always does when he's sleeping. And of course, we hope he died painlessly. RIP Turbo, we'll miss you.

So that royally sucked. Today is black friday and I have to work, of course, as does Shawn. The thing is, Shawn is working this morning, and I don't work until night. We're hoping there will be enough time in between that we cann take Turbo's body to the vet and have him properly taken care of. I'm still crying.

In short- my health problems aren't getting better. Thanksgiving was decent. Turbo died :( and I'm super-stressed with work and school before I have to go back into the hospital. It's been a rough 3-4 days.