This past week has been a very full one for our family.
As I mentioned in the last post, Andy got home on Thursday. His parents drove down to see him on Saturday.
Depending on how long you have been reading my blog, you know that I have been struggling with "blackouts" over the course of the last year. The neurologist declared them to be most likely atypical migraines and put me on a low dose of Topomax. But there was always the potential that they were a minor seizure, or something else. That, along with my diabetes, was a huge part of the reason I went to stay with my family while Andy was deployed.
Around 8:30 Sunday morning, after spending some time with his parents, Andy realized that it was a little late for me to still be sleeping and came to check on me. I was in the middle of a full seizure.
I don't remember anything.
He yelled for his Dad, who helped him roll me onto my side and stay calm until it ended about five minutes later. Then they put socks and shoes on me, put me in his parents van and Andy and his Mom took me to the ER.
I don't remember any of that either. The first thing I remember is pulling up to the ER and Andy saying something about "when he was gone" (speaking about Afghanistan) and I was so confused. I couldn't figure out where he had been, or where I was, or anything.
They got me in right away, took blood, did a brain scan of some sort... but basically it was a waste of our time. They did give me really strong pain meds, and for that I am grateful. My head HURT!
They just called the neurologist I already see, who told me to up my dosage and come in to see him in two weeks. And that is what we are waiting for now.
We called my Mom, who put it on Facebook, so several of you knew I was in the hospital before I was fully registered. But for those of you who aren't FB friends with my Mom, sorry I disappeared this last week. I have been fine. The day after the seizure I felt like I had run a marathon. Every single muscle in my body ached and throbbed. Now I am just tired - Topamax does that!
I am just grateful that it worked out the way it did. It could have happened before Andy got home, when it was just me and my 6 and 3 year old at home. Bad. We had my in-laws there, one to stay with the kids and one to come to the hospital with us. Andy was home, and trained in first aid, so knew not to freak out, or worry about me swallowing my tongue or any of those old wives tales. If I had to have a seizure, that was the day to have it, and the people to have it with.
God is good. I am hopeful for a full diagnosis as to why... and drugs to prevent a repeat occurrence. Until then, I just take it one day at a time, and don't trust my brain to be responsible for much!
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- I am happily married to an amazing military man who spent 9 years enlisted and is now an Officer in the US Army. We have two amazing boys who are not so little any more! They still infuse every moment of every day with creativity and energy, and make my life an adventure. I was educated at home, and am now teaching our children - second generation homeschoolers! I try every day to become more like Jesus Christ, and to love like HE does. If you want you can try and catch me at firstname.lastname@example.org