SEIZURE
(second installment)
BACK TO THE BEGINNING

Well here I am. All wired up and no place to go. So I guess now is the time to play catch up. I've got all night. Or most of it since they plan on keeping me awake until 3 AM at least. Though with everything they've attached to me I'm not sure how I'll ever really get to sleep even when they let me.

 I am here because I had some sort of seizure last June. I woke up one Sunday morning, went to the kitchen with my kids and sat down at the table to have some tea. John got up earlier than I was expecting, which was nice. He started to make himself coffee.
 Now this is where it gets tricky. Do I tell it the way I remember it? Or do I tell it the way it happened? Cause they're not the same thing. Although now, 3 months and many tellings later, the line between them is fuzzy.
 I was sitting and looking down at my phone. That I remember.  Probably reading email or Facebook. Then my memory lapses.

The boys wanted me to move to a different chair. They asked me to move. They spoke to me several times. John got irritated that I wasn't responding and came to see why. I was perfectly still, not slumped, with my eyes shut. He put his hand on me and said my name. Still no response from me. After a few more attempts  I opened my eyes and mumbled. He walked me to the couch. He brought me a pastry and some juice. At first he had to help me hold it. He asked if I wanted more food. I said yes, I'd like some eggs. My speech was low, mumbled and incomplete. He went to the kitchen and made eggs. He brought me back to the kitchen table and I ate eggs and another pastry.  As I was sitting and eating the eggs I joined the conversation going on at the table (my dad and his wife, Monika, were visiting) as if nothing had ever happened. It was like I was just suddenly back. 

My memory doesn't quite pick up right there. Things are kind of hazy about the whole morning, right through lunch. I do remember John trying to tell me that something serious had happened and he wasn't sure what to do. He called and talked to his mom. She suggested the ER. I didn't really understand what had happened, wasn't aware of how truly strange it had been. And I felt fine. I promised John that I would call my doctor in the morning. Besides, my Dad and Monika were visiting and we had a birthday party for a friend of the boys to attend. Life goes on, right? 
(yes, I hear the booing and hissing now. Then I had no idea.)
The next morning we called my doctor. She yelled at me for not going to the ER. Apparently that's not a normal event in someone's life and should be taken seriously. She explained that the number of tests that needed to be done couldn't be handled on an outpatient basis easily and therefore I would still need to  go to the ER, right away.
And thus began THE TESTS.