Fear.

For the first time in my life I'm scared to be alone. This last seizure has me really worried. What if the new med doesn't work? What if I spaz out while I'm cooking? What if I can't think straight enough to call for help? What if I burn the damn house down!? I'm gonna go rock in the corner now.

Uhg, this again!

I woke up this morning to start my IV (I've been off and on IVs for 10 weeks!!!) and I was really out of it. It was like I was really drunk. I got into the fridge and the next thing I know some strange guy was looking down at me asking me questions. Things were REALLY fuzzy for me at that point and I didn't know what was going on. Somewhere along the line someone said that I'd had a seizure.

Joe had heard some louding banging around while I was in the kitchen. Then he heard a really loud thud and got up to check on me. He saw me on the kitchen floor having the seizure. He called 911 and got an ambulance right away.

During the ambulance ride I was really confused. I actually thought that I was in Chelan again, which is where I had the first seizure. I didn't know the date either. It took a while but slowly I started coming around again and was pretty much back to myself by the time I got to the hospital. Joe showed up a little bit later with one of my syringes of IV med, my purse, my coat, and clothes (I had been wearing a little nighty).

The ER got in contact with the neurologist I saw in September. He wanted me put on an antiseizure med. I got my first dose at the hospital. I'm not sure if it was that or just all the stress and weirdness but by the time I was discharged I was very sleepy. We got home around 11 I think and I went straight to bed and didn't wake up until 5.