Hi everyone; My name is Daniel; and I'm 18 years old. On August 10th, 2009, I got up at 5:30a.m. and proceeded like I would do any other morning during my school year, only this was the first time I did this that summer as school was due to start in 2 weeks.
While I wasn't particularly happy with having to get up at 5:30a.m., I did so anyways and I felt fine aside from a heavy grogginess; what other 17 year old boy wouldn't feel tired and annoyed at the world for getting up so early?
Anyways-- I took a little longer than usual and by the time I left the house to start on my 1 mile walk up-hill to my high school, the sun was already out and it was a fairly warm day; warmer than usual. I just shrugged it off and I went all the way to my school. This was no great feat since I have done this hundreds of times before, but since it was fairly hot outside, I was really dehydrated and I was still very tired.
Being a high schooler, it was almost a sin not to have an energy drink; so I walked across the street and went to the grocery store and got one. This was nothing new as I have done this countless times before in the past. But when I was about halfway to my house, I started to feel really fatigued. I just figured it was just due to the unusually high temperature and I just soldiered it back on home. When I got home, I was sweating profusely and I was really thirsty, so I just grabbed a drink of water and went up to my room; the coolest place in the house.
A few minutes have passed and by then I was on my computer checking my emails. After a while I really started to feel terrible; it wasn't sleepiness but rather something else. I had problems thinking straight and I just physically didn't feel good so I just shouted out to my mom as I closed my door that I was going to take a nap and not to disturb me.
Well I went to lay down and about an hour has passed and no sleep came; I was just getting worse and worse by the minute; but I didn't know what else to do. The last thing I remembered was getting back onto my computer to play some music and then suddenly it hit me.
While I don't remember anything about the actual seizure, the next thing I took notice of was that I was staring out the window of a moving vehicle down a street just around the corner that lead to one of the main streets in my area. The next thing I knew, I felt a very sharp pain in my left arm and I jerked and a gloved hand pushed against my chest and a some-what other worldly voice told me "Don't fight it." Then, I blacked out. When I came through again, I was being rolled out the back and I saw my mom standing there with at least 4 other people whom later I met in the recovery room. When I did finally come through to full consciousness and awareness, the first thing I saw was a doctor leaning over my feet and she asked, "Daniel, do you know where you are?" To which I replied, "I'm in a hospital?" She said yes and then asked me, "Do you know what happened?" To which I responded, "I had a seizure."
The thing that still stuns me is the fact that as far as I could consciously remember, no one told me I had a seizure. I wasn't surprised; it was like someone just said my eyes were blue. At this point, I was just so sore all over and so tired, that I just wanted to go home and sleep.
About 3 days later, I went to a doctor who specialized in epilepsy and set me up for an appointment for an EEG and an MRI scan. Well, when the day came, I went through the EEG which was actually kind of fun given it's circumstances, and then the annoyance of the constant deafening humming of the MRI machine, and before an hour has even passed, the doctor pulled myself and my mom into his office and just told us as plainly as possible that I have epilepsy, and that he is prescribing me a medication called Keppra, and then just as soon as he has pulled us in, he kicked us out.
My mother and I had so many unanswered questions and the doctor was so heartless that we both just kind of sat there in the car and cried for a brief moment; well, my mother did, I just sat there dumbfounded with the prescription slip in my hands.
I don't know why I have put off going to a forum such as this one in search for some answers and some comforting and possible tip son how to curb some of the side-effects of the drug, but I'm here now and I hope that through my strengthening, I can learn to help other people who are diagnosed with epilepsy.
That's a little bit about me.
I look forward to sharing more about myself though; but for now, that's about it. 
While I wasn't particularly happy with having to get up at 5:30a.m., I did so anyways and I felt fine aside from a heavy grogginess; what other 17 year old boy wouldn't feel tired and annoyed at the world for getting up so early?
Anyways-- I took a little longer than usual and by the time I left the house to start on my 1 mile walk up-hill to my high school, the sun was already out and it was a fairly warm day; warmer than usual. I just shrugged it off and I went all the way to my school. This was no great feat since I have done this hundreds of times before, but since it was fairly hot outside, I was really dehydrated and I was still very tired.
Being a high schooler, it was almost a sin not to have an energy drink; so I walked across the street and went to the grocery store and got one. This was nothing new as I have done this countless times before in the past. But when I was about halfway to my house, I started to feel really fatigued. I just figured it was just due to the unusually high temperature and I just soldiered it back on home. When I got home, I was sweating profusely and I was really thirsty, so I just grabbed a drink of water and went up to my room; the coolest place in the house.
A few minutes have passed and by then I was on my computer checking my emails. After a while I really started to feel terrible; it wasn't sleepiness but rather something else. I had problems thinking straight and I just physically didn't feel good so I just shouted out to my mom as I closed my door that I was going to take a nap and not to disturb me.
Well I went to lay down and about an hour has passed and no sleep came; I was just getting worse and worse by the minute; but I didn't know what else to do. The last thing I remembered was getting back onto my computer to play some music and then suddenly it hit me.
While I don't remember anything about the actual seizure, the next thing I took notice of was that I was staring out the window of a moving vehicle down a street just around the corner that lead to one of the main streets in my area. The next thing I knew, I felt a very sharp pain in my left arm and I jerked and a gloved hand pushed against my chest and a some-what other worldly voice told me "Don't fight it." Then, I blacked out. When I came through again, I was being rolled out the back and I saw my mom standing there with at least 4 other people whom later I met in the recovery room. When I did finally come through to full consciousness and awareness, the first thing I saw was a doctor leaning over my feet and she asked, "Daniel, do you know where you are?" To which I replied, "I'm in a hospital?" She said yes and then asked me, "Do you know what happened?" To which I responded, "I had a seizure."
The thing that still stuns me is the fact that as far as I could consciously remember, no one told me I had a seizure. I wasn't surprised; it was like someone just said my eyes were blue. At this point, I was just so sore all over and so tired, that I just wanted to go home and sleep.
About 3 days later, I went to a doctor who specialized in epilepsy and set me up for an appointment for an EEG and an MRI scan. Well, when the day came, I went through the EEG which was actually kind of fun given it's circumstances, and then the annoyance of the constant deafening humming of the MRI machine, and before an hour has even passed, the doctor pulled myself and my mom into his office and just told us as plainly as possible that I have epilepsy, and that he is prescribing me a medication called Keppra, and then just as soon as he has pulled us in, he kicked us out.
My mother and I had so many unanswered questions and the doctor was so heartless that we both just kind of sat there in the car and cried for a brief moment; well, my mother did, I just sat there dumbfounded with the prescription slip in my hands.
I don't know why I have put off going to a forum such as this one in search for some answers and some comforting and possible tip son how to curb some of the side-effects of the drug, but I'm here now and I hope that through my strengthening, I can learn to help other people who are diagnosed with epilepsy.
That's a little bit about me.

