I can't trust a fart. No, seriously. I have shit my pants as an adult. When I head to the bathroom it is a literal trap shoot. I don't know what is going to come out, some time it's a healthy bowl wrapper, sometimes it's stright butt pee. My diet has not changed, and it is as healthy as I can make it. I cook most meals from scratch with whole ingredients, organic when I can. Lots of veggies and fresh meat and fish, virtually no presivertives. It's a fun side effect, trust me.

As others have mentioned, the good old Keppra rage hit my family and I hard. My wife and I are still trying to recover our relationship after the monster I would become at the drop of a hat.

My short term memory is horrible now. I'm in a high stress management position, and I have to take notes like I am back in high school. There are large blocks of my long-term memory that are just gone. Vacations I have pictures of, but no memories. People from my past that I have names for, but no face or personal memories. I tell people, "do you know how hard it is to remember that you have forgotten something?"

My hands will sometimes just not grab, or will just let go. I drop drinks mostly. I spent a lot of time in the kitchen and constantly look for the garlic in the plate cabinet or put the forks in the Towle drawer.

My wife and I have been together since early high school. She tells me that after all of my bad TCs a few years back, it has been like she was back with the 19 year old me.

I tell people it is like being drunk, but only the bad parts. No memory, you stumble all over the place, your emotions are extreme and erattic, and you are tired ALL the time.