It’s getting ridiculous with how long it has taken for my foot to heal. It’s passed the five month point. Work is helping by reducing some of my workload, and I’ve been taking calcium daily, but one thing that is NOT helping...
... is my dad. Who thinks he’s got a great idea!
He has a history of pushing ‘great’ ideas that I sometimes try just to make him leave me alone. (They never work.)
In an effort to help my foot heal faster, he thinks I should lower the dosage of my primary anticonvulsant. The big one, the heavy hitter that stops my tonic clonic seizures. Oxcarbazepine XR.
It’s as if he’s forgotten the years of adjustments, the years of swapping X for Y, Y for Z, the years of wondering “is this a side effect or am I just tired?” It feels like a complete disregard for my personal safety and experience.
And I argue with him. I tell him why lowering my meds is an unsafe idea. I tell him to respect my knowledge, and he just... gives me this “what if” nonsense. As if his notion is worth more than my doctor’s opinion and my own health and sense of security.
He makes me so angry sometimes. I wish I had the words to tell him so he’d understand, but no matter what I say he just-
He hears the words, but somehow it just doesn’t matter as much as what he “thinks.” And for someone who usually takes me seriously, that really hurts.
In short: I just cannot handle these flatliners sometimes.