This is how it all began and my life changed for the better.
I woke up one morning with a cold. Nothing out of the ordinary.
I took some over the counter medicine and went to work. I kept telling myself
that it will get better in a few days, eat right get some sleep. I will be better in a week.
The week came and went and I was no better. I went to the doctor, My temperature was
103.7. So I was admitted to the hospital with a unknown diagnosis. I was hospitalized
for eight days. They were unable to pin point a cause. While in there I had an allergic
reaction to most of the medications, they colluded the results and caused further delays.
I was released from the hospital still not sure what was wrong. I came home and I started
acting funny a couple weeks later. I could not remember names of things I knew.
I would pick up the phone only to forget whom I was calling or the number. I could
not remember words as I was having a conversation and I would get lost easily.
I had an incident one-day. I walked around mumbling and picking at my clothes in a daze.
my roommate told me to go and sit and I would for a second and than get back up.
I did not remember any of this. Obviously there was something wrong.
Well the next day we called the doctor and asked what this could be. My doctor referred
me to a neurologist at the University of Chicago who performed a sleep deprived EEG and
the dreaded spinal tap. Eureka we had a Diagnosis: Viral encephalitis caused by the
epstien barr virus which started this all. And now has turned into epilepsy.
Now that the doctors knew what it was, all they had to do was give me a pill and I
would be fine. Not so easy. The road to recovery has taken three years and I am still fighting.
I was diagnosed with Complex Partial and Absence seizures. Unable to do common
everyday tasks associated with leading a normal life, I started to become a recluse.
Getting lost in a strange town is OK. Getting lost in your own apartment complex is
a different matter. Frightened and disoriented almost every time I left the house,
it was easier to just stay home.
Divine intervention in the form of an angel with paws instead of wings.
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