Things had been going pretty good, up until Tuesday this week. I was doing my “normal volunteering” on that day, when I felt it coming on. I collapsed in my church’s food pantry, and awoke in the back ambulance. Dang it! Since the seizure was lasting so long, an ambulance was called.
Oh well… Arrived at the hospital, and was pushed into one of those personal size side-rooms where the lucky patients are decided upon as to where they need to go. I had enough of the machines there and had me hooked up. There wasn’t too much that could be done, really. It’s more or less…
“How are you feeling? Are you back to normal?”
“Yeah, I’m getting back to normal eventually.”
“You had the majority of the seizures earlier. Your Neurologist is increasing your meds. You can go ahead and go home.”
One of my seizure meds is being increased from 600mg to 900mg. We’ll see how this turns out. See what kind of side effect charges occur. The question in my head is: “which ones I’m already feeling are going to effect me more now…”