It was a school morning. I woke up around 6:30 am and began to go about my routine. But as I ventured in to the kitchen for my morning cigarette I, according to my mother who was sitting at the kitchen table, collapsed right in the middle of the room. I don’t remember what happened after that, actually. All I recall is being in my living room and there being a man asking me if I know who I am and where I was. Then the next minute I was in a hospital bed with tons of needles and wires attatched all over my body. I must have been in and out of it for at least an hour or two. It was like my brain was dead, but my body knew what to do. I remember my father, mother and brother all being gathered around my bed and, when I finally came to, I heard my father say to me very calmly “you had a seizure and you hit your head on the kitchen floor. Mom called for help and you’re in the hospital. You have a small concussion but you will be able to come home with us.” After being in the hospital for a few more hours I was finally released and home on bed rest.
For two weeks I survived off of ginger ale soda and saltine crackers. After losing ten pounds I decided to try and move around the house and, as you could imagine, I was very weak but was determined to be “normal” again. After coming off bed rest, I began to see tons of doctors and I felt somewhat like a lab rat, if you will. I was eventually diagnosed with epilepsy. My parents, myself, and the rest of my family were in shock. My life changed forever. In the blink of an eye, everything was different. My boyfriend dumped me, I went through more examinations, and I had one more seizure before I was finally put on medication. Its called Keppra XR. I have been taking it for three years now and recently my doctor told me that I will have to continue taking it twice a day everyday. It is a constant battle and it hurts to know that I am only eighteen and I’m on medication to stay alive basically.
I have bad aftermath from these seizures. I have a speech impediment and I sometimes suffer from memory loss, headaches, as well as nerve twitching. My life isn’t normal anymore and day by day I am coming to grips with what I went through. I am living everyday with limitations. My seizures are apparently brought on by strobe light effects and certain lighting and I thank god everyday that I am alive because my seizures were critical. My neurologist claimed to never see seizures like the ones I had. In a way, I suppose I’m unique. But in my eyes, my family’s eyes, as well as my new boyfriend’s eyes, I am looked upon as a survivor.
The informational content of this article is intended to convey a personal experience and, because every person’s experience is unique, should not be relied upon as a substitute for professional healthcare advice.