Hello. Name's Mike and I'm 20. I've had seizures now for... around 8 years. They started out as these little strange staring spells that I'd get. I'd be talking, or walking, or sitting, doing whatever and all of a sudden, I'd black out for 5-6 seconds and then just snap back into reality like nothing at all happened (as I've grown used to them, I can now recognize that "fuzzy" feeling afterwards).
As a child, my mother wanted to take me to get them checked out and I begged her not to. I remember crying because I remember hearing that they'd have to do an MRI and I remember seeing my grandfather in one and not wanting to do it.
They eventually became troublesome when I was playing baseball (I was an excellent catcher) and I missed a ball thrown because of one of these "staring spells". I remember waking up, and having everyone around me screaming cause the kid was rounding second base and heading for third so I turned and grabbed the ball and threw to second, even though he was heading for third (this is the "fuzziness").
First time I had a real serious seizure, I was outside playing with waterballoons (we made a terrible mess... neighborhood was covered in rubber) and the last time I remember was talking to someone about Saturday night live. Later I was informed that it was as if I just forgot what I was talking about, looked straight up at the sun, and fell down and started shaking. My Father, who was watching me and my little brother at the time (I'll never forget seeing my brother in tears and being so scared for me), rushed out and carried me in and took me to the hospital a few towns over.
I don't really remember much from that first hospital, I do remember being taken to Boston Medical though and spending the entire day there. The EEG's, the MRI's (that dye that they put into your veins BURNS man...), the repetitious questions, it was enough to make me want to forget the entire experience.
I've had seizures since that day (I was about 13 when that first one happened) and I've been on a couple different medications... Depakote to start, Dilantin, Lamictal, and currently Depakote ER (1,000mg a day). Most recent seizure was a few days before Christmas (my brother pulled me out of the shower after hearing a loud bang). My license is currently revoked after having a seizure behind the wheel of my car (I loved that car...) and crashing into a guard rail on Route 3 on the way to see my dad, older brother and little niece (I'm still alive!). I still have those staring spells even though I'm on medication (medication used to control it, but I believe my body chemistry is changing and I need different meds or higher dosages), and I still have seizures from time to time with or without the meds (more often without the meds than with).
So, there I am in a nutshell. I know, long-winded and terribly graphic but, I've never vented my feelings for this annoying as hell disorder and I felt it necessary. Cheers. (I also apologize for the wall of text
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As a child, my mother wanted to take me to get them checked out and I begged her not to. I remember crying because I remember hearing that they'd have to do an MRI and I remember seeing my grandfather in one and not wanting to do it.
They eventually became troublesome when I was playing baseball (I was an excellent catcher) and I missed a ball thrown because of one of these "staring spells". I remember waking up, and having everyone around me screaming cause the kid was rounding second base and heading for third so I turned and grabbed the ball and threw to second, even though he was heading for third (this is the "fuzziness").
First time I had a real serious seizure, I was outside playing with waterballoons (we made a terrible mess... neighborhood was covered in rubber) and the last time I remember was talking to someone about Saturday night live. Later I was informed that it was as if I just forgot what I was talking about, looked straight up at the sun, and fell down and started shaking. My Father, who was watching me and my little brother at the time (I'll never forget seeing my brother in tears and being so scared for me), rushed out and carried me in and took me to the hospital a few towns over.
I don't really remember much from that first hospital, I do remember being taken to Boston Medical though and spending the entire day there. The EEG's, the MRI's (that dye that they put into your veins BURNS man...), the repetitious questions, it was enough to make me want to forget the entire experience.
I've had seizures since that day (I was about 13 when that first one happened) and I've been on a couple different medications... Depakote to start, Dilantin, Lamictal, and currently Depakote ER (1,000mg a day). Most recent seizure was a few days before Christmas (my brother pulled me out of the shower after hearing a loud bang). My license is currently revoked after having a seizure behind the wheel of my car (I loved that car...) and crashing into a guard rail on Route 3 on the way to see my dad, older brother and little niece (I'm still alive!). I still have those staring spells even though I'm on medication (medication used to control it, but I believe my body chemistry is changing and I need different meds or higher dosages), and I still have seizures from time to time with or without the meds (more often without the meds than with).
So, there I am in a nutshell. I know, long-winded and terribly graphic but, I've never vented my feelings for this annoying as hell disorder and I felt it necessary. Cheers. (I also apologize for the wall of text
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Don't worry about the wall of text. 
