Can I drive...for good?

For me, one of the worst setbacks of having epilepsy is the high risk of getting my driver's license taken away. Remember in high school when we got our licenses, and showed them off as if we won the lottery? Now picture tucking away your license in an envelope that will be delivered to your DMV...for a year. I had to do that painful act two miserable times. If you are a New Jersey resident, and have had a seizure, you lose your driver's license for one whole year. This only applies if you tell your doctor. I was always tempted to lie to my doctor just so I wouldn't lose my driving privilege. Of course, my parents and I couldn't get ourselves to do that, so being the honest people that we are, I have had the worst luck with driving. I get seizures practically every two years, so obviously driving has always been an issue. Playing this annoying game with DMV has really got me frustrated. Having people cart you around can get old very fast. I feel helpless and sometimes even a prisoner in my own home. I'm not going to lie. It absolutely sucks being 21 years old and calling my parents to pick me up. I have my license right now, but since I had a seizure in November, I'm holding my breath. My doctor doesn't want me driving alone anymore for awhile, and he is going to try and help me out and convince DMV that I am capable of driving responsibly. Wish me luck.

Am I lucky?

Sometimes when I'm reading people's entries on the forum, I can't help but ask myself, "Am I one of the lucky ones?" Some of the people that post entries really have serious issues dealing with epilepsy. Some don't even know if they have epilepsy or not. Others are amazed at themselves if they don't have a seizure for a whole week. Luckily, I have the smallest form of epilepsy, meaning that it's highly controlled and I can go up two years without having a seizure, which I have. These poor people write in desperately seeking for answers about their children or spouses on how to relate with them. It's sometimes hard reading the posts and how these people literally suffer day-to-day. I give them credit for sharing their stories and opening up to total strangers.

We are not alone

Around a month ago, I joined an epilepsy forum called Coping-with-Epilepsy.com. I have never joined or signed up for anything like this, so this was really unfamiliar to me. I figured it was about time to talk to others dealing with epilepsy. After I created a user name, I went right to work. I immediately wrote my first entry telling people that I was new to the forum. I can't begin to tell you how many people responded to my two sentence introduction. They literally welcome you and encourage you to share stories, thoughts, or questions regarding epilepsy. A couple of people wrote to me asking me questions about their children who are suffering with epilepsy and how it's like for me living away from home. I answered the best that I could, and I feel that I have a lot to offer to the website. Giving advice, interacting, and asking questions myself has made me realize that I'm really not alone.

Remarkable Roommate

Two days ago, my roommate, Allie, made me something that I am so grateful for. She actually created and printed a mini checklist so I will always know if I took my pills or not. Every time I take my pills, I must check it off for the day. For the month of March, she listed the dates on the left, and the words "morning" and "night" on the top. This little act of generosity, can really save my life. Since Allie is my roommate, she is always the one who hears the brunt of my problems as we lay awake at night. It was just the other night when I had my monthly "scare." First of all, I have a horrible habit of second guessing myself, and second of all, millions of thoughts run through my head before I finally fall asleep. Just as Allie and I were about to go to sleep, I said, "I think I forgot to take my pills." So guess what I did? I re-took them because I did not want to take the risk of getting a seizure the next morning. Something in Allie's mind must have clicked because the next night, she surprised me with the handy checklist and pen next to my water bottle and pills. Thanks Allie.

Purple Day

Well, I just found out, after all these years, that November is Epilepsy Awareness Month. For some reason, I feel like I should have known that already. Anyway, I was just researching on the Internet, and also just found out that March 26th is Purple Day. This day was founded by a nine year-old girl from Canada named Cassidy Megan. Since lavendar is the international color for epilepsy, my favorite color by the way, people around the world are asked to wear this color on March 26th. This courageous little girl who has epilepsy wants to spread the word and make this disorder more well-known. I admire this girl for speaking up at such a young age. I also bought epilepsy awareness bracelets for myself and some of my friends who want to take action. That meant a lot to me. So don't forget to wear purple on March 26th!

Having a "normal" social life

Having a "normal" social life while living with epilepsy can have some limitations. First of all, people with epilepsy should absolutely avoid alcohol. I can't stress this enough. Of course most people don't follow that rule due to either peer pressure or ignorance, but I am one of these people. Throughout my four years at college and my life, I have never been drunk. When I tell people this, I usually get the, "Are you serious?" responses or the, "That sucks" response. I must admit that I get tempted to drink, but then I think to myself: Why would I put my life at risk for a few sips of beer? Here is a very informative and interesting article I found on epilepsy.com. It deals with the effects alcohol has on epileptics.

Skipping a dose is easy to do

I have to say that I take my medication religiously. I absolutely never miss a dose. I take two pills in the morning, and two before bed. There are even times when my roommates ask me if I took my pills or not. However, skipping a dose is surprisingly easy to do when you are in the college environment. Trust me, I've been through it. Forgetting such an everyday task is simple to do when you're trying to keep up with schoolwork. Unfortunately, I have had one terrible experience that I may never forgive myself for. Back in November, my roommates and I were just about to go to bed when I realized that I couldn't remember if I had taken my pills or not. I wound up tossing and turning in bed until 4 AM worrying, and going over in my head if I had taken the two pills that are my lifeline. Turns out, I didn't take them because I had a seizure the next morning. I went over a year without having a seizure, and that's what I get. My roommates found me in the bathroom and practically saved my life that morning. All I have to say is, thank God for them.

Can I get some sleep?

It is no lie that getting a good night's sleep in college is like living without oxygen. It's impossible, especially when you have roommates to deal with almost every second of the day. There's always something going on. Managing when you will get all your homework done, waking up for 8 AM classes, and worrying about the next day are all causes for sleep deprivation. When dealing with epilepsy, one of the top reasons to reduce the risk of getting a seizure is to get a good amount of sleep. That is rare to do in college, which is why I try to go to bed at a semi decent hour. A decent hour for me to go to bed is around 11:30. It may not sound super early, but 11:30 sounds pretty good when living with five other girls. I live in an apartment that is located on campus so it's easier to ditch the rest of the roomies and go into my bedroom for some peace and quiet. There are three bedrooms and two people per room. The living room is right by the front door, and only a couple of footsteps from each bedroom. Of course I can still hear noise from my room, but having a "quiet" room to go to really does make a difference. Just make sure there are ways to get a good night's sleep, even if it means compromising with your roommates.

Don't Be Ashamed

The one thing about epilepsy is that no one can tell you have it. Actually, that’s probably one of the best things about it. However, it is vital to tell people whom you are close with. In the college realm, that would be your roommates. Yes, it can be awkward at first because you are just becoming familiar with each other, but it’s for your own benefit. For example, I lived in a quad for the first three years of college, which meant there were going to be bunk beds. I immediately told them my situation, and that I would be better on the bottom bunk in case a seizure were to occur. I must admit that I was timid to tell people at first, but if I wanted to be safe and begin trusting new friends I had to start opening up.