Seizures: A Short Story

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As a child my life was pretty normal. I had friends, my sister, and lived in a two parent home. The only thing that I struggled with was seizures. When I was about four years old I was playing around with my sister and my dad. He was teaching us a trick on how to flip. We would squat down with our legs spread apart and our arms in between. Then he would pull our hands upward and we would flip. It was pretty fun for my sister and I. My dad continued to flip us, eventually he became tired and told us that was it he could not take it anymore. However, my sister and I wanted to keep going. So my sister, who was only seven, and I decided we could try it ourselves. Not the best idea given our small height difference. Anyways we gave it a try. I …show more content…

On the way to LeBonheur Children’s Hospital I had five more episodes in the car. My mom sat in the back seat with me to make sure I did not swallow my tongue or hurt myself. In the few seconds in between me having my seizures my mom with tears running down her face would rock me back and forward saying it will be alright I got you. Seeing my mom hurt I began crying as well. I did not know what was going on I just knew had no control over my body and it scared me. By the time we got to the hospital my father got me out the back seat, picked me up and then ran through the front door begging someone to help us and figure out what was wrong with me. The nurses asked what was wrong and my father having no prior knowledge of what seizures were he exclaimed, “My daughter has been shaking uncontrollably”. The nurse asked how many times did this happen he said ten times, and then demanded that they find a doctor. By this time my mom and sister had parked the car and were on their way inside the hospital. Within a few minutes of them walking in I looked at my dad and told him that I felt like I was about to have another one. My eyes rolled back and from my leg up I began to shake again. They rushed me to the back where they hooked me up to the I.V. and a heart rate monitor. I looked over to see my sister crying continuously and my mom consoling her all the while yelling at the doctors to tell her what was going on. After my episode I turned over and closed my

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