A Rough Day
Saturday, July 13, 2019
So my oldest son has recently been diagnosed with epilepsy. He's 18 years old and the first seizure he had was after being hit in the face by an angry pizza delivery guy. Sometimes I think if he had had this growing up, maybe it would be easier to deal with now, because I'd be used to it. By now, though, all I know is that isn't true, because as many as he's had now, it's not gotten any easier at all. There's such a panic in me every time it happens...I've worked in the medical field since I was 19 years old and still when he has a seizure everything I've ever known completely leaves me and I'm left with pure motherly panic.
He had one this morning and hit his right eye, so when I got to him he was bleeding. He had broken a tooth, and banged up his foot pretty nicely. He's been seeing an excellent neurologist, and I'm hoping we'll find a combination of medication that keeps these to an absolute minimum (hopefully none at all!). Until then I just go one day at a time with him, seeing how he does, trying to identify any common issues that might be triggering them (dehydration, being tired, stressed, etc.) and learning as much as I can about it.