It is very easy to dx seizures as PNES. Slowly the stigmas are being addressed, but not so with people, who are haunted with uncertainty and these stigmas are real) . their ‘whatevers’ add to the (stressed- related, somatic island). I have partial Epilepsy, GAD, MDD and OCD.
You will hear many doctors associate this unrest and abuse. That said, this nothing less than conjecture. Our doctors are flummoxed by what is regarded as somatic. But I am advocating from those who have the malady and then Doctors in essence ( say patients should be relieved by a negative dx w/Epilespy, without a name or underlying causality).
A seizure is A seizure. You feel like free-falling, trances and violent jerking and confused. You are tired and just need to be heard.
Being an independent person and having my day out to do shopping for my cat, I went to Wally (Walmart) and I never got to check out.
It was an otherwise sunny morning except for the Chicken Hawk snoring and the consequent lack of viable quality sleep. Being overly anxious 110% of the time my tolerance for silly people was reaching a nadir, the stress of GAD knocked me down and out.
Unlike most books and narratives on the topic of recalcitrant brain waves, this is both comic and serious. It plumbs the depths of medical malady and the lack of a coherent understanding of protocol.
Gaps in the Story.
Due to being advised of some of the particulars, some of the story remains incomplete but the upshot is the fact that now I have a record of seizure activity. So bear with me as I elucidate, I say e-lu-ci-date there son!
The time was about 7:30A.M. on Thursday, June 11th. I had what was told to me by hospital staff that I had a grand mal seizure that lasted over 30 minutes and that my condition was serious enough that I had to go to the nearest ER that was only about a mile or two away. Of course, said Chicken Hawk or Hawks as the case may be presented a conflicting story.
All I do remember are two to three snippets of consciousness after I had fallen or during it, whatever that means. I was shopping for my cats and although I am a portly bird, I do have a liking for the critters. Anyhow, I had pretty much wrapped up my shopping and was getting irritated with some of the shoppers when suddenly, I felt like I was in Emerald City and the whole seemed to shimmer and was like looking through stretch wrap. Not quite opaque. I felt my legs buckle once, then twice and then I started to fall and as I did cried out if anyone had noticed.
I remember talking to people and evidently postictally I became in their words ‘Combative’ and I was put in restraints. I even have a picture of me lying on the stretcher with my wrists restrained behind me facing down.
At the ER I woke up to see my mother and brother standing there and then one of my sisters who by the way is a nurse. At least that is how the story goes. After she left I was changed into a hospital gown of sorts because sometimes incontinence happens when you do your happy dance. Among other things.
I was given Ativan I believe to reduce aggression and my brother told cops and staff at the hospital that I am the least combative person that he knows. My mom surmised that I may have stopped taking my meds but that is something I do pretty well, aside from putting the hustle on the hens. You have to keep sharp with them.
On a follow up at the VA hospital I had referrals for an MRI and EEG. The MRI was pretty close to the last one with some issues correlating to my age but the EEG indicated potential of Epilepsy. So now, for at least six months I cannot drive and that will put a crimp on my dating exploits with the little honies in the coop.
Actually there is a honey that has helped me recently and will be coming back soon but more details on that later. She took great care of me and I have taken a very big liking to her tail feathers, if you get my drift there son!
For every downside there appears an upside and sometimes you must look for it and Chicken Hawks will be what they are and your best lady egg layer can provide a softer fall. My advice is don’t overlook the golden eggs, for they are numerous and well-timed and that one will make you forget the rest.
GI Joe with the Kung Fu grip, He who will remain nameless (Chicken Hawk), the cashier that called my mom and my mom for locking me in the attic. Oh and do not tell the Chicken Hawk I referred to him, cause he is a bit slow.
The story was true with a few awkward embellishments, if you know what I mean?
What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. Oscar Wilde
Why are we so mean? Why do we need to rain on each other’s parades? I was looking at youtube and observing some beautiful young women playing drums and they were very talented. But invariably we have guys ripping the girls. Talking about their lack of skill and so forth. What is it with people?
One of the worst things are those ads, the ones who talk about celebrities and their ‘ugly spouses”! Really? Or child stars who are now ugly according to those ads. I for one, think we need to take the logs out of our eyes before we diminish another person. Case-in-point, the Duggars! Leave those young girls alone because in a few weeks this will pass over and I have to wonder, what was the objective?
What’s next? I remember Tiger Woods peccadilloes and the sense of shame and dishonor perpetrated on Wood’s wife. Not our lives, not in the least. I find it sad that people spend so much time piling on the misery of others. I might respect those same people if they helped the indigent every day and sacrificed but no. the evening news frames discussions whether they have any factual information to back it up. or not and the Cardinals debacle is yet another scandal that drives the politics of personal destruction.
Instead of finishing people off, how about making things better. You know you can go to a retirement community and sit with a forgotten elderly person. Saw a news clip about a Rescue worker who dumped a terminally ill patient from a gurney at a hospice facility? Is that who we are? Hastening the demise of a terminally ill patient.
In the movie, ‘The Doctor’. William Hurt is shocked by the callousness of the medical profession and how dying people are degraded and dehumanized. Diagnosed with Throat Cancer he sees firsthand the cold. impersonal manner of healthcare professionals. They sing ‘Why don’t we get drunk and screw’, in front of the patients and the Doctor stated that he would wish his doctor cared less and cut straighter. Until that is, it is him who feels like yesterday, today and tomorrow is the same and sitting in comfortable chairs with the future darkly lit before them.
The other day I was at Walmart and had a major seizure and the police were called in and I was put in restraints and according to medical people I was being combative. I had wounds on my wrists from struggling and I just wonder how much is the stigma of being a veteran while in actuality I am a Meteorologist. My brother told the officers and medical personnel that I am the quietest least combative person he knows.
Take a look around any day. The British police run over an older man and they could have avoided that. Where is the rule that consideration of human life matters. The individual who taped the mouth of a dog with duck tape and caused so much suffering Pit bulls running amok and terrorising the elderly and children.
Society is getting more hostile and resolutely mean to ‘those others’. We are so worried about our own perception of ourselves that other people fade unless they commit a crime or offend us in some way.