Undiagnosed Seizure Disorder

So the damndest thing happened to me the other day. I was in the kitchen here in our apartment, doing my usual evening chores of wiping down counter tops, putting away dishes and loading up the dishwasher, when I suddenly had what could best be described as a “complete system crash”. I was overcome with dizziness, auditory hallucinations, and the oddest sense of deja-vu, and then promptly blacked out .. all within a span of about 10 seconds. The next thing I remembered was my wife smiling at me and telling me that she would see me at the hospital, and then the ambulance doors closing. I had no idea what was going on.

The EMT explained to me that I’d had an apparent grand mal seizure, and that my wife had called 911. I was asked a series of questions that were intended to gauge my cognitive awareness, such as “What is your name?”, “What year is it?”, and “Who is the current president of the United States?” (all of which I answered correctly .. though with uncertainty) .. and then soon after I was wheeled into the emergency room where I was re-united with my wife.

She was visibly shaken, and I proceeded to assure her that I was okay. She gave me a complete play-by-play of how the events had transpired, .. how I had collapsed upon myself and made the most horrible, guttural sound, .. and how I’d bitten my tongue, banged my head, and gone into convulsions. I of course didn’t remember any of it. But I definitely believed her, since there I was in the emergency room, with an IV needle in my arm, and with electrodes hooked up to my brain.

Over the next 24 hours, I had a Cat Scan, an EEG, 2 MRIs, and a Heart Ultrasound, .. all of which were inconclusive. The good news, however, was that I didn’t have a brain tumor, and my heart was apparently okay. The official diagnosis was “Undiagnosed Seizure Disorder”, .. which although frustrating and somewhat of an oxymoron, was at least honest. I was sent home the following night with a prescription for anti-convulsants, a schedule of followup appointments, and doctor’s orders to not drive my vehicle until told otherwise.

I must admit that I am now overcome with anxiety whenever I’m in the kitchen. My wife doesn’t particularly like me being in there either, though we both acknowledge that it’s important for me to go about my usual business, and that I just be more mindful of how I’m feeling at any given time from now on. The medication I’m taking makes me feel strange and dizzy sometimes, and I try hard not to confuse that sensation with the other, more sinister one. I guess my wife is just lucky that — A) — I’m okay, .. and — B) — I’m not playing the “I have a scary & undiagnosed seizure disorder” card, and insisting that she always do the dishes.

For those of you who know me and might be concerned, .. I really am okay. I feel fine, and am going about my usual business. Thankfully, I work from home, so I’m only slightly inconvenienced by not being able to drive for a few months. I’m currently awaiting results for Ambulatory EEG and Halter Monitor tests which I’ve endured over the last couple of weekends, and which I’ll be discussing with my neurologist and Primary Care Physician at some upcoming appointments. I’m also currently awaiting some rather large bills from the hospital for all of this, and am curious to see how things play out with the insurance company.

To my wife Karen, — soon to be a nurse — thank you. You literally saved my life. I love you, and I don’t know what I’d do without you.