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May. 15th, 2009 02:51 pm
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So, for those of you not on my girlfriend's LJ flist, yesterday was kind of...eventful.

As in, I had a grand mal seizure.

I don't have grand mal seizures (in fact, every time I explain my epilepsy I go, "okay, so you know 'convulsions', like you normally think of when someone says epilepsy? I don't have those"...well, apparently I do.), so this should be freaking me out more than it is, sort of, but really because I'm a hypochrondriac and every woman on my maternal line for a generation (eg, my mom and my mom's sister) has had grand mal seizures, I figured it was just a matter of time.

I was also terrified of the prospect, because I don't know, I thought it might be scary, or the idea of not controlling my body freaked me out, or something. I already didn't like it enough as it was: not being able to drive, sometimes not finishing sentences or repeating them, not hearing the middle of other people's sentences. The idea of full on convulsions freaked me right the fuck out.

Well, it should have, but not how I thought.

So the last thing I remember before the seizure is sitting on the bed with my rats. The first thing after the seizure I remember is Jessi telling me, "FAYE. FAYE. You had a seizure," and getting me changed and sitting me down to wait for the ambulance. She tells me later I kept backing up to things and not knowing how to sit down, and she told me that she told me I had a seizure at least four times, which I don't remember.

By the time I was in the ambulance I was mostly coherent, which was actually sort of a pain in the ass because it meant that the times I wasn't coherent (ie: "What state are you moving to?" "Chicago" "...So, the city of Illinois, then?") were as embarrassing as they were funny. But the EMTs were nice, even if the line they started was kind of painful, and for never having ridden in an ambulance before it was...actually not terrible, or especially frightening since the worst was already over.

Plus, no four hour wait in the ER! Score. Just a, y'know, four hour stay in the ER.



However, I had apparently done some massive 180-spin off the bed and under the chair (which is where Jessi found me) or something, because I had a cheekbone that hurt so bad that I thought I'd broken it - it isn't, and now it's a hell of a shiner - scraped back, bruised knuckles, and bit my tongue all the way around so that it's got bloody scabs around every side of it. Fun. I also have sore spots on my head and neck, from scrapes.

I was in a lot of pain, and wouldn't let the doctors touch my face, and they were like, "Do you want something to help with the pain?" to which I said yes of course. So they gave me a dose of morphine. *_* Whoa. Also, I had no idea morphine (a) made you that dizzy or (b)itched that bad. At first I thought I was having an allergic reaction but the nurse was just like, "Sorry :| It itches." And then I recalled from reading all my stories of heroin woe that opiates do that.

It didn't really make me loopy though. Just a little bit tired. Not very entertaining at all. And things still hurt, just not quite as bad. Sort of like my mom described: in the way where you know you still hurt but it doesn't matter. I didn't notice until it had worn off that it had helped. But by then a big dose of ibuprofen was doing just fine. (I'm kind of glad morphine doesn't make me feel magically better, anyway. I can't imagine being addicted to something that itches that bad! It's horrifying! I wanted to tear my skin off!)

So anyway, they did a CAT/C-T scan to see if something wonky in my brain had caused it or if I'd hurt anything, and a monster amount of bloodwork - at which point I got to hear the doctor bitch about EMTs always starting lines in your hand because they're easier, but they're not as useful. He sounded just like my mom. Anyway, it all looked fine, I think. We're speculating that I had the seizure because of (a)possibly forgetting to take my meds, (b)being dehydrated and (c)stress. I'd been taking less Keppra than ordered for a while, because it hadn't seemed to help and it was making me a little out of it, but I'm going back to my regular dose. The doctors told me to meet with my neurologist, which I'm going to do when I'm home. I have an appointment for Wednesday, I think.

So, yes. The dramaz. We also had two dramatic ER across-the-curtain-neighbors, including one who had gotten beaten by her husband of 11 years and kept declaring that she wanted to "beat the hell out of that motherfucker" (I wanted to too!) but that she was scared to leave him and her son loved him. D: and also a guy before her who was advised that he had internal bleeding and couldn't eat anything and was like, "Screw that, I'm out of here" and signed a medical waiver so he could get home in time for dinner even though he might die.

At least this happened after I was back on medical insurance. I can't imagine having to pay for an ambulance on my own. Roanoke has the highest health care in the country - I'm serious - because of Carillion. It's apparently about $500 to get across front quad in an ambulance, much less the 20 minute drive to Roanoke Memorial.


But yeah. Feeling fine today, except for a lingering headache and a black eye and tongue pain. Jessi's watching me like a hawk. Poor thing, she called my mom freaking out yesterday and was very clingy all of yesterday. :( :( :( I don't like freaking her out.


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On the good side, afterwards Courtney (and Foster) picked us up and we got Sonic since we hadn't eaten all day. Mmmm cranberry slushy. And, we have a new rattie! We named her Blind Mag after the Sarah Brightman character in Repo! The Genetic Opera, since albino rats are mostly blind. (Plus, as I realized later, Mag is a derivative of Margaret, which means "Pearl", and she's a soft ivory white, compared to Nico's stark white). Incidentally, if you haven't seen Repo, you must.

I still want a white rattie named Vanya, but possibly a totally shy, OCD, passive one is not the one. (Mag and Nico got along so well in part because every time Nico did something dominant to test her, Mag just backed away and let her go instead of fighting. Now they just groom eachother. Cute.)


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