Update: The Story of the Seizures

Guess what guys. I spent last night at the emergency room. Long story short, I had a seizure and stopped breathing for a few minutes. It was rough. Like always, I hardly remember a thing. Most of what happened is hazy and confusing for me. And like always, going to the hospital was absolutely not cool at all. 

Yesterday was my birthday party. We had some friends over to film the new Somebody Else's Shoes Production film "The Pirates of Duct Tape." (Coming soon to a YouTube near you.) I admit, it was a far more stressful day than I'd been used to having for the past couple of months. I mean, we were running around on a hot December day. (Even coming from an Arizonan, saying that felt weird.) It wasn't that I didn't drink enough water or I ate something that I should have as it sometimes is. I guess it was just an all around a harder day than my body could handle. 

I was feeling fine until later in the evening after nearly everyone had left. I was getting ready to put my two year brother upstairs to go to bed when I started to feel slightly dizzy and lightheaded. Being the responsible human being that we all know that I am, I lay down on the ground in case I actually passed out. At first, I thought I was feeling better and was about to get up to continue getting my brother ready for bed. But then something "ticked" in my head, which startled me, so I called out to my mom. That's all I remember before the first seizure. After I woke up from that seizure, I think I started to cry. Having seizures is extremely uncomfortable and on top of that, quite frustrating for me. 

After I'd been resting on the ground for awhile after the first seizure, I felt a second "tick" in my head. When I woke up this time, I felt very short of breath. I don't think I said anything to my mom; I was too freaked out. My head was swimming. I could hear panicked voices, but I didn't try to make out what they were saying to me. I remember that breathing in and out was getting harder and harder. And then I blacked out for a bit, only to wake up to see a couple of paramedics kneeling down next to me. My head hurt. My muscles ached. I was afraid. 

I rode in the ambulance with one of the paramedics. Wes, I believe he said his name was. He told me to let him know if I felt like I was going to have another seizure. Only moments later, I felt another "tick" in my head. I leaned over and punched Wes in the knee. He yelled to the driver, "Okay, you should probably turn the sirens on." I admit, riding to the hospital with the sirens on was pretty darn cool. At least I think it was, considering how I was unconscious the rest of the ride there. I don't remember ever arriving to the hospital or waking up from that seizure. No worries, though. I did. *insert cheesy smile here* 

Now, I don't remember a whole lot that happened at the hospital. A bunch of doctors came in to talk with me to get the story. I got an MRI scan done on my head, but that came out with nothing. They later told me that they'd drugged me with something in the ambulance to stop my seizure, so I was quite woozy the whole night that I was there. This hospital stay was pretty much the same as the past ones I've had. Just as I did then, we still ended up with nothing. We are still completely in the dark as to why I've been having these seizures. Not to mention why I wasn't able to breath. 

Please pray for me, my dear friends. I hate having seizures and not knowing why I have them. It is so frustrating. So please pray that they soon find out what's wrong with me. Many thanks. :) 

I did find out one thing, though. I learned that a hospital gown paired up with seizure hair is obviously the most attractive thing that a girl can sport this winter. Obviously.