2 seizures isn't bad at all--Kevin used to have at least a zone out every couple of hours until they got his final meds adjusted after his surgery. I was thinking bout this last night, and remembered something. Maybe useful, maybe not.
We used keep notes about what was happening every time Kevin had an episode--who was there, what people were doing, if or what we were eating or drinking, just whatever details we could think of. He kept a folder with him all the time that he kept everything organized in. The notes actually helped him and his doctor narrow down a few of the things that were triggering him. The only one I remember off hand was violins--he realized from the notes that he zoned out every day at school at the same time that the orchestra class was warming up down the hall, and after school when they were rehearsing for the play, as well as happening when his mom would play certain records that were fiddle-heavy. He switched his schedule so he wasn't in art when the orchestra was playing, stopped hanging afterschool in the art room, and Presto! His mom had to give up some of her records, but it was only country music.
And for some reason, I remember that there were certain colors--I don't recall which ones, but I do remember that his family took a bunch things to the Salvation Army drop off; and we painted all the walls in their whole house cream--not white, but cream. And it did help reduce the seizures, some anyway.
Maybe your family can help you with something like that--it might not help, but then again, maybe you'll find something that you can change or eliminate that and it will help--maybe you might only have 1 seizure a day. And I know it made all of us feel better to have something other to focus on than just "Oh, god, he's had another seizure." It let us focus on "What made him have that seizure?" We were able to focus on the details around it for him, and he was able to focus on studying the notes afterwards. It wasn't like there was a lot of control, but it let us all feel like there was a little. It meant a lot at the time just to not be utterly useless or powerless.
Just an idea.
You were very brave about your MRI. You should be seriously proud of yourself for getting thru it without a Valium! I, myself, would have to have a Valium if they were going to put my head in a cage and then stuff me in a tube. You go!
Now, snuggle your furkids and don't stress; you're going to get control of this. It might take a minute or two, but you ARE.
