six weeks ago, was three drops per day.
She is definitely seizing less frequently. For the past week, one seizure a day excluding that aberrant day last week when she had four. I now believe I might have missed one dose that day. I was on the phone engrossed in that cannabis debate with my friend the pharmacist while about to give C. her morning dose. After the call, I couldn't remember whether or not I'd given it to her during the debate. (I tend to forget whatever multi-tasking I've done while chatting).
I obeyed that cardinal med rule: When in doubt about a dose, do not administer! So I'm now convinced that I actually hadn't given C. that dose which may explain the upsurge in seizures later that day.
Today was, I hope, just another aberration. I took C. out at mid-day in our oppressive heat to visit mother's grave where a few family members gathered - her tombstone had just been erected. I am pleased with the epitaph we wrote; while a bit verbose, it praised all her virtues.
But just minutes after arriving, C. had two seizures. She hasn't had more than one at a time in ages.
I know, I know: I shouldn't have brought her along but our only other option was leaving her in bed unattended for the two hours we were gone. I was loathe to do that.
In any case, it's clear that C. needs either a higher dose or a higher ratio than the 6:1 she is now receiving. I'm looking forward to helpful advice when I call the nurse later this week.
C.'s two-week vacation - which ends tomorrow - left me ample opportunity to sketch her, something I haven't done in some time. Here (at the top of this post) she is modelling her new earrings again. [Musical background: The Beatles singing "Ain't She Sweet"]