Or, why it rubs my fur the wrong way to lose one ounce of my independence…
I had another breakthrough seizure Wednesday. This one was a Complex Partial seizure – full convulsions. I vaguely remember sitting down to take the certification exam. I don’t remember 3 hours passing by. I do remember panicking at having only answered 20 questions. No, I have no idea if 3 hours had really passed by or not. You’re kind-of disoriented when these things happen to you.
The next thing I remember is waking up in the back of an ambulance, and that’s a bit foggy. I don’t remember all the details of how I got from the ambulance to the emergency room. I was able to answer basic questions, I think… but I don’t remember anyone asking me questions. My husband showed up; so at some point I must have given them his cell phone number.
So now I lose my driving privileges for at least 6 months, providing I remain seizure free for that time frame. I’ve lost my independence. I have to rely on other people to get me from A to B. Jesus Christ on a fucking pogo stick, who is going to want to hire me when I don’t have my own transportation? :: headdesk ::