Part Two

 


        So I left you off right as it got interesting. So here is the next part.

 My husband, B and my friend made the decision to take me to the nearest hospital. My heart rate was just too high, and I started to be unable to speak. The hospital was literally just down the street, so we hopped in the van. I started to shake and convulse in the van.

A little back story, I was already under the care of a movement neurologist, but we heard nothing from him. I had a three day EEG with no results. So, we literally were thinking I had epilepsy like my dad.

The rest of the story is as told to me by my husband, because there are a lot of holes in my memory.  We got to the hospital, and my friend took my son home. I was taken straight back. because my heart rate was so high. They took blood and did a "dinky" EEG in the ER (B's words, not mine). I continued to convulse, and they gave me some medicine. I believe it was keppra and ativan. They gave me time. and I calmed down. The ER doctor told me he was considering admission, but he felt comfortable sending me home. I sat up to get dressed, and my heart jumped to 200. I was admitted anyway.

    I remember being taken up to the heart floor, and B had to leave me because there was another person sharing the room. I didn't sleep much. The next day, B got there and I knew my head felt funny. I saw colors out of my left eye. An aura. I went into a seizure. After pushing keppra and it not doing nothing, the hospital told B that I needed to be taken to a hospital with better care. I vaguely remember it, but I was airlifted to the hospital up an hour from us. I was postictal, and left in a room for hours.

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