Last Sunday night I had a seizure in the middle of the night and had to be rushed to the hospital. Ryan said that he woke up to the sound of me throwing up in the bathroom. He got up to check on me and he said that I screamed real loud and then fell over and started seizing. He called 911 and it took over 8 minutes for them to get to me. Ryan said he couldn't remember the address and had to run outside and get it. Thankfully I don't remember a whole lot. I do remember waking up as they were putting me into the ambulance and them telling me that I had a seizure and was on the way to the hospital. Apparently I got belligerent with the paramedics and then had another seizure in the ambulance. The next thing I remember is waking up at the hospital and my mom, dad and Ryan were there. People kept asking me questions like what year it was and who was president and I couldn't remember. I do remember worrying about the girls. They were at home and had slept through all the commotion including firemen and paramedics in the house going up and down the stairs right by their room. I kept saying that they couldn't miss school...someone had to get them to school because soccer tryouts were that day and if they didn't go to school they couldn't go to tryouts.
They did a million tests including an MRI and a Cat Scan. Everything came back negative which is good. My potassium levels were very low...2.7. Anything under 3.0 is serious and 2.5 can be deadly. I was also dehydrated and my electrolytes were off. They got all that regulated and then, since they couldn't find anything else wrong, they sent me home Monday night. I spent most of the week at mom's house sleeping. I am feeling better just really tired. I don't know if it will happen again so that has me a little freaked out.
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