Cannabis Cured My Epilepsy - Almost Two Years Seizure Free

It is the only drug that has ever stopped my life-long seizure disorder. I had seizures for almost 40 years. I had my first seizure when I was 4 years old. In May of 2017 I will be two years seizure free.

Cannabis is the only drug I use to prevent seizures.Cannabis is the only drug I use for chronic debilitating nerve pain.Cannabis is the only drug I use to treat Multiple Sclerosis symptoms.

I am a legally registered medical marijuana patient.I am able to pay for the total cost of treatment out-of-pocket.I have experienced no negative physical or psychological side effects.

I love seeing children cured of their disabling diseases by cannabis.I love contributing to the world again.
Keep the sun shining!

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<3,
RQ

Cognitive Seeds

It is after midnight. I am experiencing complex partial seizures, the first I have experienced at this level since increasing my dose of Keppra to 3,000 mg per day. My symptoms are typical of my previous complex partial seizures. I am experiencing a sense of derealization. I am a hostage to fear. I am falling down the rabbit hole.

A neural storm has scattered and shattered my emotions. Newly sprouted cognitive seeds give life to photonic phantoms which sprout and grow before my eyes.

 

The world is too fast, too loud.   A single point of time, a single memory, is creeping in on a wave of ictal fear. I am choking and drowning in experiential hallucinations.

My higher cognitive functions are totally fucked.

I am experiencing a single point of time. Not a second of time, not a snapshot, a single point. In essence, though, my temporal neocortex, perhaps more specifically my Amygdala, have turned this point into the inexplicable. It is EVERYTHING.  It is a universe onto itself. It is omnipresent and omnipotent. I am overwhelmed, engulfed, my brain has gone supernova and sucked me into a cognitive black hole. 

Yesterday and Today

ME: I need to lie down.
BF: Just a minute.

I remember the first Grand Mal aka Tonic Clonic seizure I ever had in public. It was summer, during a short vacation. I was eighteen years old running wild and free with friends. We had danced all night at a club called The Fine Line. It was afternoon and we were wandering through thrift shops and record stores. It was over 100 F, a typical blazing hot Tucson afternoon.

We were in a record store called Zia Record Exchange. My then boyfriend was a huge Beatles fan. Huge. On the record store wall hung his Holy Grail. *cue angels singing* It was the Beatles' album Yesterday and Today, THE one with the controversial "butcher" album cover.

He had to have it. It would change his life. He knew it.

I had to have a seizure. It would change my life. I didn't know it.

I was not feeling well. My mouth had gone metallic, beads of sweat were forming on my upper lip, I began to wonder if I had caught a cold. Everything felt off; surreal.

ME: I need to lie down.
BF: Just a minute.
ME: Right now. On the floor.
BF: Hold on, don't lay on the floor. Almost done.
We were next in line at the cashier. Maybe I could hold on just a little bit longer. Maybe I...
ME: I ca...ah...

I woke up staring at an openwork industrial ceiling and bright fluorescent lights. Where was I? How did I get on the...ahhhhh the back of my head..I could feel the bump rising on the back of my skull. Was there blood? I wasn't sure if my head was bleeding. I was lying on a grey concrete floor. Sounds began to rush in. People. Everywhere. People. Crowding around me. 

My boyfriend was pushing through the crowd. He reached down to grab my hand. He was red-faced with embarrassment.

BF: She's fine. Back up. She can get up.
VOICES IN CROWD: *Gasp!* Ohhhh. *Mumbles.* *Shuffling*
CASHIER: Would you like us to call an ambulance? Sir?
BF: No. She's fine. It's fine.

I shakily rose to my feet. The crowd dissipated. Everyone pretended that nothing had ever happened. The cashier shuffled his feet and looked at the floor. He would not make eye contact with me. Nobody would. My boyfriend hugged his brown paper bag containing Yesterday and Today, dropped his head and yanked me by the arm out the front door.

BF: How embarrassing  You were flopping around like a fish. Never do that again.

What?

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RQ
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