Neurocurious? I am ;o)

It may appear so, but I have NOT forgotten: I promised to share some thoughts Matt and I have had about just how his brain is being derailed in a way that causes him to collapse in a cataplectic lump o' humanity. In an unexpected way on a recent weekend, a new piece of that very complicated puzzle called "Matt's narcolepsy" may have revealed itself.

Oops! I once again get ahead of myself and forget my manners. What an impersonal greeting! Please accept my apologies and allow me a short detour to remedy that moment of rudeness:

Hi there. I've missed you! It's been awhile since I have had a chance to check in. I was away from home, separated from my computer and in full-on care-taking mode, aiding my Dad who is recovering from surgery. Dad is doing better and I am back home with my Sweetie and the pup. Yay on all three counts!

OK, now that we've said a proper "hello", lets get to work on that puzzle.

So far what we have is mostly some nice edge pieces and a few corners. Hmmm, even the most cursory examination indicates that once it is complete, this puzzle is going to be a very revealing picture of Matt's brain. And despite it's rogue activity in the sleep arena, it is a pretty awesome brain if I may say so myself. Yeah, I know I am not the most objective person, but this is my blog so we will go with that ;o)

This new puzzle piece fell out of the sky a few weekends ago. We were hanging around the house, enjoying the beautiful weather when Matt started having uncharacteristic, repeated attacks of cataplexy. There he was at the computer, playing a game and suddenly he would feel an attack coming on. The weirdest thing about this was that this is one of the few activities that occupy Matt's attention in such a way that he never has attacks while doing it. Seriously. Never.

I confess I was pretty concerned, worried that what we were observing was the beginning of a worsening of Matt's symptoms. The night before we had a couple of friends over for dinner for the first time in months, and he had a long, uncharacteristic attack then also. It seemed odd. He hasn't had an attack around our friends in quite some time. And then the next day he was suddenly having these attacks in the middle of a normally "safe" activity.

Confession: I tend of hang on, white knuckled, to the hope that Matt's symptoms have hit bottom. That they will not get any worse. I have lost so much of him already. We are so limited in how much we can do together. And Matt is so limited in the number of things he can do and be fairly confident that he will remain awake and able to move. This disease sucks. The thought that it will get worse? Very, very frightening.

So, this weekend was sick-to-my-stomach scary.

And then I started to get a migraine. No surprise, I often get them when exposed to flashing lights or repeated auditory stimuli. Matt observed that the low frequency sound vibrations caused by the planes flying overhead was probably triggering my headache.

Oh yeah, did I mention that there was an Air Show being held just minutes from our house?

Yup, there were planes flying over our house all weekend long. Droning overhead during the time we were attempting to share a meal with our friends. Zooming by during the time Matt was playing his computer game. Flying around during all the times in between.

D'oh!

That sort of thing is called a variable. Something that is different from one "experiment" to the next. Or, as in this case, something that was different from one weekend to the next. Something that made this one weekend different than many weekends past during which Matt didn't have attacks while visiting friends or playing his game.

Of course we may be deluding ourselves. The increase in attacks may have nothing to do with the auditory stimuli from the jets flying by, but the next weekend, when the planes were gone, Matt was back to "normal": no attacks during his game play. And we haven't had a repeat of that increase in frequency of attacks yet.

So, yeah. I admit it's kinda lumpy and poorly defined, but I think this piece fits in the puzzle somewhere. Heck, it may even turn out to be one of those important bits, a piece that allows one to finally put an entire region of the picture together.

Until next time, sweet dreams!
Trish