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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From The Beginning

I was born in September of 1986 to my young parents Jim and Angi. My Pops is full blooded Italian and my Momma is all sorts of an "English Mutt." But I mean look what a hot couple they are and that perfect little olive there they made...aka ME!

Blah, blah, blah I turned 1...2...3...4...5...6 and then oh shit 7. Here I am about 4 years old, trust me, you don't have to tell me what a doll I was. However, without watching a VHS (kids it's those rectangular things that play a video) I have no memory of my life before I was 7. From what I've seen though I was such a sweet, happy, little munchkin. 



It was the summer of 1993 and I had been doing all my sports stuff. I was playing softball, running track, and playing soccer. On this day, I was pretty exhausted and dehydrated. My last memory was that I was drinking some water and asked for some more. The rest is what my mom experienced.

My mom remembers me choking (I don't remember eating anything). She thought that I was just choking, not that I was having a seizure. I was turning blue so it made sense. My mom picked me up and ran outside, yelling for help. A few of our neighbors ran over to help my mom. They gave me CPR and called 911. The ambulance got there and loaded me up.

I remember none of those things. Coming out of a grand mal seizure you are conscious but you don't remember you're actions, thoughts, or words for a few more minutes. The moment I was actually seeing things was when I was in the ambulance. I started to panic. My mom got in the ambulance with me and my Grandpa (paternal) followed the ambulance to the hospital.

I remember being in this big cold room in the hospital bed seeing my Grandpa and my Nana (nah~nah not naa~naa remember, I'm Italian). For whatever reason they're who I remember seeing; my parents were there of course, but their faces don't come to mind going back to that day. Things were about to change forever after that day. 

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