It's been a rather eventful couple of weeks here. I posted on Facebook that I made it to school without my wheelchair one day. Oh how the universe laughed at me. It's all been downhill ever since. My seizures have been terrible the past two weeks. My shouting has progressed from cocks to ducks. Well not duck but you get the idea. James is shocked yet slightly excited by my swearing.
On Tuesday I had the mother of all seizures. The full blown body shaking, eyes rolling, everything you imagine epilepsy to be. Being me though I didn't just have one, i had several all in a row. We weren't counting but we estimated 10-15 seizures with about 30 seconds in between each one. Emily said i looked like I was dancing and James said I looked like I was possessed! So we took a trip to Stoke A&E which was a lovely evening out. I highly recommend it. Everyone calls you duck so I can get away with my swearing there. After a four hour wait I was pretty much back to normal so I got to come home. I start new medication very shortly so there wasn't much else they could do.
It's really shaken me up physically and mentally. Physically it felt like I'd been on a spin cycle in a washing machine and my brain was rattling around. Mentally I'm scared it will happen again. It wasn't a pleasant experience and not one I'd want outside of the house. For now I'm taking it very easy and getting my strength back. They took ten vials of blood from me this morning at hospital which I think is a personal record!
Is it 2017 yet??