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I'm new as well and I wish I had a teacher like you in school. Adults I met couldn't deal with it. I grew up when very little was known about the brain and educators often wondered if I had one. I'd always joke the EEG was conclusive proof I had a brain if there was any doubt.I am a schoolteacher. I work with students with special needs. One year, I had a seizure in class, when I was teaching middle school. Unbeknownst to me, there was a student in the room who also had seizures. She wasn't a child that stood out. Very quiet. Easy to miss. Shy. All I remember was a big pair of brown eyes peering over the shoulders of the paramedics, with a look of worry. I smiled...and then cracked a joke with the paramedic. Something along the lines of "We've gotta quit meeting like this. " I remembered that he had responded when I had a seizure the previous school year. We laughed, and waited for my hubby to show up and take me home. The next day, when I was back at work and the kids asked if I was okay, I told them yes, and smiled, and explained what epilepsy is. The little girl with big brown eyes just sat in the back of the room, really quiet, while kids all around the class asked me questions. They asked about my medical bracelet, what to do if I had one, if it hurt. And some of the kids had been scared because I had bitten my tongue and it bled a little. Two days later, I got a call from the mother of the little girl with big brown eyes. She called to say thank you. Her daughter has epilepsy, and had been intentionally not taking her meds, and didn't want to wear a bracelet. Following my question and answer time with the kids, the little girl had gone home and put on her bracelet and told her mom that she'd go ahead and take her medicine. We don't always know who we will touch when we answer questions about seizures. But if we can make life more comfortable for even one more person with E....well then....what more can we hope for?
The day of my seizure gas could be smelled down stairs and it was 15 days after my maternal grandma died. My paternal grandma who was her usually poisonous self was arguing with the aid over starting the stove and the aid wasn't thinking clearly so I tried to calm the aid down so she could handle my grandma. I turned on all the fans in the kitchen area and in the hood as well as the second fan in the stove top. Then opened the windows my mom was calling me every 15 minutes and the whole thing was crazy. Tried to get the pastor on the phone ended up not being able to and finally met up and had a clonic tonic in front of him and was rushed to the hospital where they didn't give me anything and then my mom showed up and I got fed up and left after which she could find her car but finally we found it drove home and I went to bed because I was tired.