1993

After the big event, a lot started happening. I was sent to my first neurologist Dr. Savia, one of my favorite doctors. He was a pediatric (child) neurologist and would treat me until I turned 17. We started the process of what was wrong, what would be next, and how to treat it. The first test was an MRI, an EEG, and then blood work. Those MRI's were the scariest damn things, now they're obnoxiously loud and uncomfortable. My parents were asked to record me to see if I had any other types of seizures, particularly the absence seizures. They scored!

There I am just minding my own business ever so cute and then...

I saw this video long, long ago. When I watched it during one of my VEEGs (Video EEG), my twisted mind couldn't help but bust out laughing at that contorted twitch. Maria too, and she doesn't laugh hysterically often. So, if you laugh don't feel bad!

Notice though the length of time it takes after it happens for me to let my mom know. I'm only pointing this out because of what I'll talk about with Elementary School. 

After this video, Dr. Savia diagnosed me with frontal lobe epilepsy. Thus began the medicine-go-round. In the beginning it's going to be a hit and miss with the meds; but later on it just gets out of control. 

My first medicine was Tegretol. Didn't work. 

Two weeks later-

Dilantin. Didn't work

Another two weeks later-

Depakote

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