The Mountain Came To Me
Jun. 25th, 2011 12:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Greg came over, and we went out for burgers at the new Yumburger place in King Farm. Back at the house, we sat and talked, and he got me to open up about my thoughts and fears. He's good like that. He and I have a good brother-sister type relationship. While we talked, I called up Netflix and Futurama, and Greg found it hilarious and bizarre.
Throughout the entire evening, I'd been dealing with vicious headaches and muscle spasms. Greg did his best to help with talks and neck massages, since he understands, as he suffers from an unnamed, unknown condition that's been known to make him swell up and to stop his lungs and heart briefly. The doctors think it's an unknowable autoimmune disease. His view on life and death is simple and casual, and he accepts the inevitable in a way that fascinates me.
I warned him that what I was experiencing could be a migraine, or maybe a seizure aura, but I wasn't sure, and he promised to stay with me until it passed. Around eleven at night, I went into a complex partial seizure. According to Greg, I went completely silent and stiff, muscles tense, eyes dead, eyelids fluttering. I went away for a while, maybe two minutes at most. Greg. Just kept gently massaging the back of my neck. When I came out of it, I asked him what happened. He noted that I was disoriented, fatigued, shaking, confused, that my fine motor skills had degraded, that my pupils were dilated, my face was pale, and it took me several minutes to reorient myself. Several muscle groups were twitching and spasming at random. Greg has had a lot of experience with epilepsy, but apparently I am the first epileptic friend to have a complex partial in front of him. We talked for another hour and a half, and then I walked him to his car and we promised to see each other again. He lives in Virginia, forty minutes away, so it isn't that much of a stretch. I really do need to get out more.
Throughout the entire evening, I'd been dealing with vicious headaches and muscle spasms. Greg did his best to help with talks and neck massages, since he understands, as he suffers from an unnamed, unknown condition that's been known to make him swell up and to stop his lungs and heart briefly. The doctors think it's an unknowable autoimmune disease. His view on life and death is simple and casual, and he accepts the inevitable in a way that fascinates me.
I warned him that what I was experiencing could be a migraine, or maybe a seizure aura, but I wasn't sure, and he promised to stay with me until it passed. Around eleven at night, I went into a complex partial seizure. According to Greg, I went completely silent and stiff, muscles tense, eyes dead, eyelids fluttering. I went away for a while, maybe two minutes at most. Greg. Just kept gently massaging the back of my neck. When I came out of it, I asked him what happened. He noted that I was disoriented, fatigued, shaking, confused, that my fine motor skills had degraded, that my pupils were dilated, my face was pale, and it took me several minutes to reorient myself. Several muscle groups were twitching and spasming at random. Greg has had a lot of experience with epilepsy, but apparently I am the first epileptic friend to have a complex partial in front of him. We talked for another hour and a half, and then I walked him to his car and we promised to see each other again. He lives in Virginia, forty minutes away, so it isn't that much of a stretch. I really do need to get out more.
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Date: 2011-06-25 06:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-06-25 08:00 pm (UTC)That could help with narrowing down a main type.
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