I am a genius
Time to update, huh? Well since I last posted, it's been nuts.
As you all know, I am currently taking an anti-seizure medication (Keppra) 750mg two times per day. Each month I pay almost $400 for them. I have recently come across a program which could possibly pay for most (if not all) of that expense. I have applied to the program, and was accepted.
I had one week between the time I ran out of meds for the month and the time that my new prescription coverage started. So, instead of (being smart and logical)buying the meds out of pocket, I decided to wait out a week without any.
I've been fine since May, right?
Well, later that week I went to a party at a girlfriend's house sans husband. We had no sitter, and I was going for only a few hours since I had to get up early the next day. The party was going fantastically. I saw some of out friends who I haven't seen in a year or more. At 11pm I apparently went up to Mark's little brother and told him that I felt dizzy. (This was my only smart move of the week since he was the only one there who knew my condition, and knew what to do.)
He pulled me to the front yard of the house, and tried to catch me as I fell like a sack of shit. After two seizures which lasted longer than normal, Josh (Mark's brother) called for an ambulance.
The local volunteer fire company was called to the house, and was unable to make it to the house because the ambulance broke. The neighboring town then responded to the call. The only problem? The went to the correct street.....but in the wrong town. Fourty-five minutes later (and around 4-5 seizures), two ambulances showed up.
I'm told that the entire time I was on the ground, there was constant fighting between people as to what they should be doing. Josh and a couple others had their heads on straight thankfully.
When my blood pressure was taken, the needle didn't move. The paramedics put a collar on my neck, threw me on a stretcher, and loaded me into the ambulance. Josh came with me on the ride to the hospital. On the way down, they started an IV. I went into another seizure and they gave me a shot of Valium to stop them. After yet another seizure, another shot of Valium was given.
The hospital thought that my seizures were alcohol related since they could smell the beer on my breath. So, they took my blood, to check my blood alcohol level. While that was processing, they put me through a CAT scan to check the enormous lump on the back of my head.
When Mark arrived (thanks to some friends who came to the house to babysit), he informed the staff there that I was indeed epileptic. I am told that I turned into a HUGE bitch to the staff. I ripped my neck collar off, the heart monitors, and was snapping at the neurologist who told me that I had to stay. At some point, Mark went home, and I was transferred to a room.
When I woke up at 11am the next day, I was understandably confused. I cannot remember anything from about 10pm the night before until I woke up. Nothing. (Weird feeling)
Turns out I wasn't even able to have more than a beer or two (the nurse said), and my head was fine, but I would just have to deal with the lump for a while. The doctor gave me some Hydrocodone for the headache and pain, and after much convincing, allowed me to go home.
Embarrassing lesson learned.
As you all know, I am currently taking an anti-seizure medication (Keppra) 750mg two times per day. Each month I pay almost $400 for them. I have recently come across a program which could possibly pay for most (if not all) of that expense. I have applied to the program, and was accepted.
I had one week between the time I ran out of meds for the month and the time that my new prescription coverage started. So, instead of (being smart and logical)buying the meds out of pocket, I decided to wait out a week without any.
I've been fine since May, right?
Well, later that week I went to a party at a girlfriend's house sans husband. We had no sitter, and I was going for only a few hours since I had to get up early the next day. The party was going fantastically. I saw some of out friends who I haven't seen in a year or more. At 11pm I apparently went up to Mark's little brother and told him that I felt dizzy. (This was my only smart move of the week since he was the only one there who knew my condition, and knew what to do.)
He pulled me to the front yard of the house, and tried to catch me as I fell like a sack of shit. After two seizures which lasted longer than normal, Josh (Mark's brother) called for an ambulance.
The local volunteer fire company was called to the house, and was unable to make it to the house because the ambulance broke. The neighboring town then responded to the call. The only problem? The went to the correct street.....but in the wrong town. Fourty-five minutes later (and around 4-5 seizures), two ambulances showed up.
I'm told that the entire time I was on the ground, there was constant fighting between people as to what they should be doing. Josh and a couple others had their heads on straight thankfully.
When my blood pressure was taken, the needle didn't move. The paramedics put a collar on my neck, threw me on a stretcher, and loaded me into the ambulance. Josh came with me on the ride to the hospital. On the way down, they started an IV. I went into another seizure and they gave me a shot of Valium to stop them. After yet another seizure, another shot of Valium was given.
The hospital thought that my seizures were alcohol related since they could smell the beer on my breath. So, they took my blood, to check my blood alcohol level. While that was processing, they put me through a CAT scan to check the enormous lump on the back of my head.
When Mark arrived (thanks to some friends who came to the house to babysit), he informed the staff there that I was indeed epileptic. I am told that I turned into a HUGE bitch to the staff. I ripped my neck collar off, the heart monitors, and was snapping at the neurologist who told me that I had to stay. At some point, Mark went home, and I was transferred to a room.
When I woke up at 11am the next day, I was understandably confused. I cannot remember anything from about 10pm the night before until I woke up. Nothing. (Weird feeling)
Turns out I wasn't even able to have more than a beer or two (the nurse said), and my head was fine, but I would just have to deal with the lump for a while. The doctor gave me some Hydrocodone for the headache and pain, and after much convincing, allowed me to go home.
Embarrassing lesson learned.
Labels: MDM, This is gonna hurt
posted by Sarah at
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
4 Comments:
Fluck me! That's a bit of an adventure.
On a positive note, as you hadn't been posting or visiting I thought you were dead, so the fact that you've just had 8 or 9 seizures and some tri-decade dementia is a bit of a relief.
I'm pretty sure I've had some nights out like that, falling , vibrating, everything except the hospital visit that is.
Punch the next ambulance driver you see. Twats.
If I were you I'd try to fake an attack next time you're out for a meal. After the desert and liqueurs obviously. But pre-book the ambulance to pick you up at an agreed time.
p.s. it's shocking to hear the cost of your prescription. I pay £7 for each prescription a doctor writes, whatever the medication costs. I know my taxes are higher but no surprises.
*desert? You know what I mean.
Welcome back, Mrs. Genius. I thought you'd been hired by National Geographic and were languishing with a tropical fever in some exotic, mosquito-screened bed, in the Amazon rain forest. An epileptic seizure in the front yard at a party is almost as glamorous. But please take your meds from now on. One goose egg on that pretty head is quite enough, thank you.
Monty- great idea about eating and fleeting. I thank you in advance. I'll be sure to include pictures in that post...
Joe- Almost as glamorous? Hell, in my town, I was the big shit that night. I think they'll even do a ceremonial possum hunt in my honor. I'll keep you posted.
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