Dr Jason, bless his heart, just called me back, and I—bravely, because I have plans to drive from Seattle to home this afternoon after our oil change and I didn't want to have to change them—answered the phone. He cleared me to drive, provided I use common sense. He said again that it was pretty unlikely I'd have a seizure at this point (and he did say that legally, I can only be barred from driving if I've had one), but the first one is usually unexpected anyway (apparently you can recognize signs once you've felt them—but if that were to happen I obviously wouldn't be driving for several months anyway). So I am to listen to my body, see how I feel before I get behind the wheel, and not go too far yet without someone else in the car with me. So, no trips to Orcas while Ian's at work and no solo jaunts to Idaho to go riding bareback in the woods all by myself. But I can go to Lake Stevens, I can go to Woodinville, I can go to Renton, and I can go to Greenwood Ave, and I can certainly come home this afternoon.
I'm very happy right now.