Neuro very very very much does not want to reduce the Lyrica dosage, even a little. Risk of catastrophic breakthrough seizures, he says. Status epilepticus, he says. I just feel like I'm trapped by all the drugs I'm on, I say. Amazing how I regress. Mumble. Acquiesce. Amazing how I actually keep hoping. He can't take on all of my care; he doesn't handle pain. He gave me the names of two neuros who do. They're not very T-accessible. You know what I miss? Being able to have a job. My kingdom for a part-time bookstore job, man. Or something office-managerial. My kingdom for enough brain and body to manage it. And for my brain to be reliable enough for daily writing. ...off to kid-wrangle. She cannot find her Girl Scout uniform vest, and we are both frustrated.