One little problem is easily manageable, but over time for me little problems can become a major catastrophes.
On Friday, I almost had a seizure due to my epilepsy. I was completely stressed out at work a manager and a coworker told me to get off the floor.
The following Monday, I went out to see my 90-year-old father. Due to a doctor’s appointment, we could only talk for about an hour. We were very disappointed, but he understood.
On Tuesday, friends had a washer and dryer which they delivered to my apartment. Their generosity was in a league of being philanthropists. However, there is a problem to this tale. Tree roots grew into the plumbing or the plumbing in general weren’t proper and a volcano of water erupted from the back of the washer. This caused a flood on my kitchen floor, which in turn promoted moping and cleaning till midnight.
This gushed into Wednesday night, where sleep was impossible. Insomnia stormed through my mind like a tornado and sending me off to see some wizard. The reason for my brain chugging and churning all night long was an early morning appointment with my neurologist, who helps with my seizures.
I was like a drunken alley cat dragging a dead rat, when I staggered into the doctor’s office. They knew I wasn’t intoxicated. I haven’t drank in 22 years, and there wasn’t a scent of alcohol on me.
My doctor told me to go home at least six to sixty times to go home and get sleep. I called work and told them that I would not be coming in for the day. I was offered a ride home, and I automatically refused the help.
This was incredibly idiotic if not dismissively recklessness. I could have waited in a warm lobby for ten minutes for a free car ride, then straight to my apartment. Instead I drug myself for 15 minutes in nasty windy, freezing temperature. At the bus stop, I stood for 45 minutes in diabolically, torturous, winter weather – well for Missouri, not the Artic. At home, sleep was no issue and a welcomed gift.
Thursday was a slow restoration to life. At work, I can say I was breathing and conscious. I felt like shit and a manager even said I looked like shit. I nodded and told him that I almost called to take another day off. He asked if I should. I told him I’d snap out of it or I would. I weathered through.
Friday, I had another doctor’s appointment and missed my bus by five minutes. I was an hour late for the doctor, which caused me to be an hour late for work. This one wasn’t as bad simply because I took the ride that had been offered on Wednesday. I learned from my mistakes. However. I did manage to forget my phone and other things as I rushed out the door. This simply made me annoyed with myself. Fortunately in my stampede to make the bus, I remembered to take my medications. This could have been a big issue.
Saturday was fantastic. Nothing happened.
One complication, then another dilemma, and then another setback, and another hindrance, slowly grow into one monstrous misfortune. Throughout the week, I became increasingly distraught and depressed with myself.
Since 2015, I didn’t have a seizure due to lack of sleep. Came close on Wednesday, due to lack of sleep, and was offered help but didn’t take it. Was it pride? Was it stupidity? Was it prideful stupidity? Regardless of what caused it, I knew I would learn from it. Spending an unnecessary hour in the cold was hazardous and could have easily led to a seizure.
There are three factors that can trigger a seizure for me.
Fortunately in the past week, I took my meds and avoided a seizure.