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I hope I don't offend anyone with a second post so soon....
Anyways, something that's been floating in my head for awhile, felt like putting it down.
For years have had JME, this year it developed into TC's(Grand Mal.)
I'm fortunate so far. I have horrible jerks but full-blown Grand Mal's are limited.
Since May, I've only had three of them, most of that time I've been untrated.
Ever since the first one (Was reading some original fiction on the internet at the time, fell backwards out of a computer chair...) I was weary to drive anymore(I'd had to do so for a living... got restricted driving as a salesman after the first, which helped.)
Anyways, since then, it seems just about every three months is the spacing between them. Jerks are annoying and have had a few brush ups while driving... nothing overly horrible though (Though at times, when at home, I have horrible jerks, which if those type were to occur while driving, I'd careen off the road...)
Basically, I've a bit of a guilt complex. In my mind, the 'huge' seizures, as I call 'em, aren't so horribly re-occuring as to deter me from driving, yet I feel fortunate that I haven't hurt myself or someone else due to some really twisted myoclonic jerking.
Since May, I've kind of stopped my all-time role as 'driver' when myself and my wife or anyone else goes anywhere. She pretty much drives all the time unless it's an extreme circumstance.
I can tell it's finally wearing on her, at least as an annoyance - I don't think she'd ever say anything. Still, I feel at fault. I know 97% of the time, when I get behind the wheel, I'm most likely to be fine with it and do so perfectly. It's that little, teeny-weeny other 3% though, that scare the crud out of me.
I feel caught - should I just risk it and resume driving again... or pretty much be 'chauferred' everywhere?
I know the answer - just doesn't make it feel better. My mind is telling me that if I have even the slightest inkling that if getting behind that wheel at any time is dangerous - I shouldn't do it.
Another part of me says though - I've never really had a big problem driving. Nothing to scare me off from it.
Am I being too cautious here? Maybe driving just isn't a trigger for me? Maybe... I don't know, the act of driving isn't something that bothers me to that 'enth degree'?
I'm confused. It feels like a cat and mouse game or Stratego.
Any suggestions?
Anyways, something that's been floating in my head for awhile, felt like putting it down.
For years have had JME, this year it developed into TC's(Grand Mal.)
I'm fortunate so far. I have horrible jerks but full-blown Grand Mal's are limited.
Since May, I've only had three of them, most of that time I've been untrated.
Ever since the first one (Was reading some original fiction on the internet at the time, fell backwards out of a computer chair...) I was weary to drive anymore(I'd had to do so for a living... got restricted driving as a salesman after the first, which helped.)
Anyways, since then, it seems just about every three months is the spacing between them. Jerks are annoying and have had a few brush ups while driving... nothing overly horrible though (Though at times, when at home, I have horrible jerks, which if those type were to occur while driving, I'd careen off the road...)
Basically, I've a bit of a guilt complex. In my mind, the 'huge' seizures, as I call 'em, aren't so horribly re-occuring as to deter me from driving, yet I feel fortunate that I haven't hurt myself or someone else due to some really twisted myoclonic jerking.
Since May, I've kind of stopped my all-time role as 'driver' when myself and my wife or anyone else goes anywhere. She pretty much drives all the time unless it's an extreme circumstance.
I can tell it's finally wearing on her, at least as an annoyance - I don't think she'd ever say anything. Still, I feel at fault. I know 97% of the time, when I get behind the wheel, I'm most likely to be fine with it and do so perfectly. It's that little, teeny-weeny other 3% though, that scare the crud out of me.
I feel caught - should I just risk it and resume driving again... or pretty much be 'chauferred' everywhere?
I know the answer - just doesn't make it feel better. My mind is telling me that if I have even the slightest inkling that if getting behind that wheel at any time is dangerous - I shouldn't do it.
Another part of me says though - I've never really had a big problem driving. Nothing to scare me off from it.
Am I being too cautious here? Maybe driving just isn't a trigger for me? Maybe... I don't know, the act of driving isn't something that bothers me to that 'enth degree'?
I'm confused. It feels like a cat and mouse game or Stratego.
Any suggestions?