It’s been a beastly week around here in terms of Nik’s Lamictal withdrawal. As the dose tapers downward and the cognitive abilities soar upward —well, it’s a delicate balance and something’s got to give, right? Nik’s decided sleep is the thing most easily dispensed with; only trouble is he didn’t ask my opinion on the matter. I am firmly in the camp of those who feel that sleep is non-negotiable. Unfortunately for me, he’s a master negotiator.
I’ve been tired and whiny; my body is out of kilter and my moods have been swinging like Foucault’s Pendulum in a storm of magnetic particles. Niksdad has been buried in schoolwork, clinicals, and paying work; on his one day off he is ensconced in books and —much as I love him dearly —utterly useless in providing any sort of break for me.
In a desperate attempt to minimize some of the middle-of-the-night energy surges and sensations which have been waking Nik between one and three each morning and lasting for several hours —or which simply result in starting our day at those insanely early hours— we’ve shifted Nik’s med schedule a bit. Unfortunately, it seems to have a strong impact on either the middle of the night or bedtime; a bit of a watered down Sophie’s Choice, if you will.
Today, with the shift in the schedule and the subsequent slight (and I mean ever so slight) overlap in doses, Nik’s broken out into THE RASH again. Good gracious! It’s getting to the point that I’d be just as happy to stop the meds cold turkey and tough it out for a week or so. At the rate we’re going —given the upsurge of undesirable symptoms which accompany each dose adjustment —this hell could last another twelve weeks. Unless something seriously changes, this mama isn’t going to make it that far.
Of course, the flip side to all of this is the sudden increase in Nik’s appetite, social interactions, blossoming personality, and expressive language. He’s taken to drinking Danimals yogurt drinks in lieu of a snack via his feeding tube; he’s even allowed me to feed him Greek-style yogurt (which is quite thick, like sour cream) with cherry puree mixed in —and let the spoon enter his mouth instead of just licking it. He’s learning to identify colors and shapes and sort things (some). He’s requested toys and his shoes completely spontaneously —and in context; he’s beginning to master the ability to make choices; he expresses “No!” —perhaps not so articulately as I’d like but very clearly; he’s helping to clean up his toys, taking turns, and learning to wait. It seem as if things are happening so rapidly that it’s hard for me to keep up and remember all the changes!
But the greatest gift for me in watching Nik’s rapid development is his sense of humor; he has an apparent love of the absurd. I’d try to explain but I think this will illustrate it better than my words could ever do:
I mean, who knew the letter E could be so darned funny??