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Jun. 14th, 2001 09:10 amWell, at least I know why I felt so blah yesterday..
About 1945, I was kipping on the couch, watching Babylon 5, drinking a Coke.
Two minutes later, I'm next to the couch, wearing the coke. Another damned seizure. The worst part is the metal confusion I go through afterwards. Right after coming out, I have to think, hard, about where I am, why I would be on the floor, why is my shirt wet, etc..
The best way to describe it is this way: For anything from a few minutes to a few hours after an event, my thoughts are like greased pigs. I can't hold on to them, the careen from one track to the next, and I often lose myself in the middle of thoughts. Last night, for example, I got up to go to the bedroom to dry off. Somehow, I ended up in the office looking through old Dragon magazines. I don't even know what I was looking for.
And then there's the exhaustion. A doctor once told me that a one minute tonic-clonic seizure burns more calories than an Olympic sprinter doing the 200m hurdles. Ever single muscle in your body is spasming, locked as tightly as possible, pulling against each other. Then, everything goes limp. Your body goes from "all systems normal" to "good grief, we just ran a bloody marathon" almost instantly. After a seizure, I've been known to sleep upwards of sixteen hours.
So now I have to call the doctor, call work for a ride in tonight (I refuse to drive for 48 hours after a seizure.. statistically, I'm likely to have one again in that period) and then go back to sleep.
About 1945, I was kipping on the couch, watching Babylon 5, drinking a Coke.
Two minutes later, I'm next to the couch, wearing the coke. Another damned seizure. The worst part is the metal confusion I go through afterwards. Right after coming out, I have to think, hard, about where I am, why I would be on the floor, why is my shirt wet, etc..
The best way to describe it is this way: For anything from a few minutes to a few hours after an event, my thoughts are like greased pigs. I can't hold on to them, the careen from one track to the next, and I often lose myself in the middle of thoughts. Last night, for example, I got up to go to the bedroom to dry off. Somehow, I ended up in the office looking through old Dragon magazines. I don't even know what I was looking for.
And then there's the exhaustion. A doctor once told me that a one minute tonic-clonic seizure burns more calories than an Olympic sprinter doing the 200m hurdles. Ever single muscle in your body is spasming, locked as tightly as possible, pulling against each other. Then, everything goes limp. Your body goes from "all systems normal" to "good grief, we just ran a bloody marathon" almost instantly. After a seizure, I've been known to sleep upwards of sixteen hours.
So now I have to call the doctor, call work for a ride in tonight (I refuse to drive for 48 hours after a seizure.. statistically, I'm likely to have one again in that period) and then go back to sleep.
