Jumping off my post before last, back to epilepsy!
December 8, I was working on one of my two papers due for the end of the semester. I was stressed, worried about graduation the coming Saturday the 12th, and about the paper. I had a paper due the next day as well — both of which were to be 15-20 pages — so as you can imagine my mental state wasn’t the best.
Around 10:30pm I had a seizure. Of course, I didn’t know anything until I woke up to my mom telling me I’d had one, and making sure I was okay. Again, we searched for my glasses and once they turned up and I rested for a few minutes, I resumed my paper, determined to finish by the midnight deadline.
I finished it just before midnight (but at what cost?), and god only knows how it ended. I only made it to 14? maybe? pages, and I haven’t read it since. I emailed my professor the following day and explained why the ending might suck. She commented that it did end a little “unceremoniously” but not in a bad way — I still ended up with an A in the class, so it must not have been too terrible. At least the first twelve pages of the paper made sense.
You’d think that’s it, but…
Later that night, around 2, I had another seizure. I was still awake at that time, which was surprising given the postictal state is usually one of heavy sleep. I woke up breathing extremely hard and practically on my stomach, and I remember mumbling to Mom (who had come in again) that I was tired of being woken up to hear I had a seizure.
She decided to take me to the emergency room after the second one (because it was previously unheard of for me to have more than one in one day), and everything checked out fine. I got a CT scan, got prescribed some klonopin, and went home to rest.
By the time graduation came around Saturday, I had two dark-purple black eyes and a scratch on my cheek. I think patrons at work thought I’d been abused. Thank god for Ben Nye concealer, as I was able to hide that mess for graduation. When I walked across the stage I practically danced. After a harrowing week of feeling like crap, my mind in another world and not allowed to rest up after that first seizure, I still graduated.
Whenever I think about how I’m not sure I’d survive something, or I think I can’t do it, I just remember that I walked for graduation and finished two papers the week I had two seizures in a row. I can do anything.