The Story - Part 2,The Beginning...
Jun. 22nd, 2001 02:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
akeyoftimeInteresting how I sleep long hours but end up exhaused all the time anyway. Anyway, I thought last night that I might (attempt to) chronicle this past year and what it's like being this sick. We'll see how this works out. (We'll see if I remember enough to do this. :P)
So, where to start. Okay. About a year and two/three weeks ago I started feeling pretty sick, you know, exhaused, headaches that don't go away (and I was taking tylenol like crazy too) and I even lost my concentration. I couldn't *gasp* even read fic! I could only concentrate on things like drabbles in relativly large fonts. It was not fun. Anyway, I took a day off of school but I went back on the friday anyway because I needed to get work and stuff. I used to really hate being behind and stuff. Little miss goodie two shoes, even now I still am a bit. Anyway, things didn't get any better, but I still forced myself to go baby-sitting that night. Smart me. I came home that evening and quite literally crashed in bed.
Next thing I know, paramedics are standing at the foot of my bed at some ungodly hour and I'm more than a little out of it. A half hour passed, but in my recolection it was only a few short moments. Not pretty. So off to the hospital I go. Turns out I've had a Grand Mal (sp? I can't quite remember...) seizure, including the blue face and and death-like appearance that follows it (boy did I scary my mom). I had a spinal tap and the doctor treated me like I was five, patting me on the head and telling me I was doing a good job. Much more than that I don't remember. They sent me home sometime later that morning.
That's enough rambling for now, I suspect. Plenty more to put down later.
So, where to start. Okay. About a year and two/three weeks ago I started feeling pretty sick, you know, exhaused, headaches that don't go away (and I was taking tylenol like crazy too) and I even lost my concentration. I couldn't *gasp* even read fic! I could only concentrate on things like drabbles in relativly large fonts. It was not fun. Anyway, I took a day off of school but I went back on the friday anyway because I needed to get work and stuff. I used to really hate being behind and stuff. Little miss goodie two shoes, even now I still am a bit. Anyway, things didn't get any better, but I still forced myself to go baby-sitting that night. Smart me. I came home that evening and quite literally crashed in bed.
Next thing I know, paramedics are standing at the foot of my bed at some ungodly hour and I'm more than a little out of it. A half hour passed, but in my recolection it was only a few short moments. Not pretty. So off to the hospital I go. Turns out I've had a Grand Mal (sp? I can't quite remember...) seizure, including the blue face and and death-like appearance that follows it (boy did I scary my mom). I had a spinal tap and the doctor treated me like I was five, patting me on the head and telling me I was doing a good job. Much more than that I don't remember. They sent me home sometime later that morning.
That's enough rambling for now, I suspect. Plenty more to put down later.
