Stupid Hurts

Dec 23rd-Jan 2nd
So back on the 23rd of December I had a pretty bad seizure while riding my bicycle home in the middle of the night. It is nice to know my meds are working properly. I wasn’t lucid right after the seizure so I don’t really remember clearly what happened, I do know I couldn’t talk again, and it seemed like it would be a bit before I could again. So I just dialed my mom and handed my phone to a police officer. I had lost a lot of blood at that point so I went on to pass back out. Slept well to, I do have to get sleep when I can, insomnia can be a harsh mistress.

Yes I spent Christmas eve in the emergency room. It is not so bad really, I  spent my birthday in a different E.R. So two bags of saline and 11 stitches I was getting ready to leave. No I was in the E.R. because of a bicycle, and now I am being told that I came in without a bicycle. That’s not exactly the sort of thing a cyclist wants to hear, so a game of 20 questions later. I felt like I was talking to a brick wall. Actually that’s unfair to several to several brick walls in the city.

Considering the shape I was in, my sister called the local police dept. for me in an attempt to find bicycle.  They told her she would have to come down to the station to look at the report. This is where things took a turn for a weird. She got down there and the report said, “left his beyonce with hospital security.” My sister has a similar personality as mine, even more so when she is dealing what she perceives as stupidity. She goes on to ask the person person behind the counter would I really let any of you have my beyonce, and would I leave it anywhere. We went on to call everyone who had peeled me up off the side of the road or dealt with me in the hospital. To no real luck. I did learn from the police that an accident report and incident report  are two different things, and the police can be looking at one, and still will tell you that they don’t have the information you need if you ask for the other.

Later on that week I had a seizure and fell on my face. I ended up breaking all of the stitches in my face and found myself back in the hospital again. I realized several things, I have been to that particular  E.R. 8 times in 2008, not including the times I have snuck out and there are trips to the 3 other E.R’.s in the city, who knows how many trips I have total. This was my first time going to the E.R. under my own power and wasn’t really sure how the registration worked. Waiting rooms suck worse than the accident that got me in there in the first place. I learned one more important thing, after spending six hours waiting we got hungry, so I ordered a pizza. I found out that if you put in the E.R. address, my name and phone number come up. I am still trying to figure out if that is good or bad. I ended up with 16 stitches later and 8 hours later.

I was still looking for my bicycle as this point, and it was getting near New Years. I had gotten to the point we had found the patrol car and officer listed in the report and placed several calls asking for him in particular. Two days later, and a day after New Years my bike shows up in a place several people said it wasn’t and I had been several times looking for it. They also knew who I was when I walked in and were ready for me to take my bike and leave. Apparently I had stepped on a few feet over the course of the past few weeks looking for my stuff.

I have been putting off this blog update for some time, but honestly everyone who knows me has heard this story already.

Last week I rode the train back home from Atlanta to Birmingham and spent a week in the hospital tethered to the wall by sensors.
I basically had 20 or so sensors glued to my scalp for the past five days.
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There was also constant video surveillance while they waited for me to have a seizure.

I was taken off my meds, and I had to wait. I had several massive seizures the worse one I woke up with a mouth full of blood and on oxygen with no memory of what happened. Unfortunately with all that testing, everything was inconclusive, no new information was really uncovered this time. The Doctors were throwing around the idea of either brain surgery or a Vargus implant, but due to the lack of information from the monitoring session. It means I would have to spend another week in the hospital hooked up to the sensor array again before they could proceed. So in the grand scheme of things I am finding it hard to justify that week I spent on my back.

Originally I was going to stay in Birmingham and rest for a few days after I got out of the hospital, but unfortunately I felt like I had spent too much time cooling my heels already. So I returned back to Atlanta right away and swung by my job to speak with my boss. Unfortunately, he felt like I was too much of a risk medically to put me back on the schedule without clearance from my doctor. After playing phone tag with my primary Dr. for half a day, he told me that he felt it un-wise to give me medical clearance until my check-up in two weeks due to the break-through seizures I have been having lately.

Luckily I kept my day job