Night at the hospital

I spent Monday night/Tuesday morning at the hospital, after I had two really bad seizures. These were different than other seizures I've had though, because I was conscious, awake, and alert during these, and it was scary as hell.

I woke up at 01:30 AM and started shaking for 30 seconds. I couldn't control it. Once they subsided, and I was able to talk and move around, I got up to go to the bathroom. It was there that I had my other seizure. While trying to piss, I suddenly felt it rise up out of my stomach and I yelled for Heather to come help me. I pinned myself against the wall, and jammed my arms hard against the walls in a desperate effort to not fall and crack my head on the toilet.

Once I felt Heather grab my arm and have my weight, I let go and fell to the floor with no injuries.

But because these were the first I'd had without losing consciousness, we drove to the hospital. I spent the rest of the night in an adult crib for epileptics and others prone to fall out of bed, and tried to sleep.

I was woken at 07:00 AM by a nurse and taken for another EEG. This would mark my 5th one! My 5th one! I sat in the chair and let the technicians put the electrodes on my head. Within minutes I was asleep in the recliner, and they were recording my brain. BAM! Another seizure. I woke up in a panic, and I tried to sit up straight. I was dizzy, and I couldn't get my bearings. It took both of the technicians to get me to calm down and relax.

We figured, this was it. The final word on me having epilepsy. Now they had a seizure on EEG. But no. It came back clean. No abnormal brain activity. So now my doctor's thinking anxiety attacks, and has given me a slip to have an MRI done to make sure there's nothing wrong in my brain physically, like a tumor.

In some ways I'm relieved that I had the EEG and the panic attack there. But we still don't have any answers. And we might not for a while. Which sucks. But Heather and I will make it work and deal with what's going on.