Because that's the way things work with me -- I had a seizure about an hour ago -- and dumped the LAST OF THE COFFEE IN THE HOUSE all down my chest and didn't even know it. Go me. The irony is that I can't go GET more. Hiss.
Last night while eating dinner, or shortly after finishing up, I had a seizure.
My husband said that this time, it was a bit different. I apparently flopped back in my seat like I might have a generalized seizure, but it stopped, and I went into my usual behaviors of repeating myself. He is thankful that it did not turn into a "big one," because I haven't had that happen since my hospital stay.
He had to take the computer mouse away from me. He apparently ripped it out of my hand and changed some sort of setting that I had to fix this morning.
As I came out of the seizure, I took myself to bed and dosed for at least 30-45 minutes before coming out of it. It's always bizarre -- "waking up" after a seizure -- the confusion lingers too long.
It had been just one day since the last seizure, this is typical for my pattern, but still too much. I am still in the medication swap process from Vimpat to Keppra, but at this stage I doubt that the Keppra is helping any. I assume I will have to increase the milligrams by a huge amount to get control once I am on it full-time.
Hopefull today will be a seizure-free day, I'm tired.
Earlier today I was writing a blog-post for my main blog and I had a complex partial seizure. I had no warning, nor do I have any memory of the event. My husband happened to be sitting next to me, diong work. He said that I turned and asked him for food -- a very normal behavior for my complex partial seizures, and then I hugged him.
Apparently I am nice, sometimes. I am not sure I want that part of my brain removed.