Chocolatey

I recently heard someone say, "I hope those words were written with chocolate so they'll taste better when you have to eat them."  Well, my words weren't written in chocolate, but I did speak too soon.  I just got a call from the nurse saying my EEG came back abnormal and that the doctor wanted to double my dosage of seizure medicine.  She had almost hung up when I said, "Oh, um, wait...um...what does that mean?  I mean, is he concerned?"  She said it could be because of the migraines, or it could mean I am at an increased risk for seizures, but that he would go over everything with me at my next appointment (which is in two months).

That really isn't sufficient for me.  I really need to know the doctor's opinion and that everything is ok.  So I called and left a message asking for him to call back.  PLUS, I need to make sure the new dosage is safe while breast feeding.  If not, that means I will be weaning Lucy about a month earlier than planned.  As it is, she isn't nursing all that much anymore, and is really eating more table foods, so I don't think it will be too rough of a transition.  (I hope.)  Anyway, just another chapter in the saga...