Oh, man. Tuesday morning I had a seizure for the first time in a long time, which took me out of work for about two days.
I wish my skill in manipulating English were sufficient to describe what happens to someone who hasn’t experienced it. (Not looking for a pity party; I’m doing fine, just think it might be interesting to try to describe.)
Many people who have seizures experience something called an “aura”, a signal that a seizure may shortly happen. This generally is a physical change or an altering of how the person perceives the world. Some people may experience déjà vu or get an unusual taste in their mouths. For me, the effect is having auditory hallucinations: I hear incomprehensible, speech-like sounds which start faintly and begin to crescendo. For the first minute or so, I’m generally in control of myself and can communicate with the outside world while the head voices are fainter than ambient noise. Then I lose the ability to talk clearly, and for some reason, never have the wherewithal to think of writing down what I’d like to have said. By the two minute mark, I’m ignoring input from the outside world even as I’m aware of what people are saying. The cacophany of pseudo-voices start to become torture, not because they’re loud, but they are preventing the brain from working at even marginal effectiveness, and I’m 100% aware of this. For 30 sec, I’m lying down, just asking for the seizure to happen…
After an hour or two, I’ll regain consciousness, but feel very physically tired, and have generally sustained some strains and bruises from the spasms. For the next few hours, food or drink has a metallic taste, but it’s especially strong with water, which makes it hard to drink. Thirst is prominent; hunger is almost non-existent. Rather than sleeping 7 hours a day, I can sleep up to 14 hours a day for the next couple days, and have little physical strength (yes, even less than usual).
The next few days are spent being extra sure that I didn’t miss a dose of medicine.