The Day That Never Was…
On Tuesday, October 26th, I woke up, and I didn’t feel too hot. It was gonna be a “BAD DAY.” I’d not had a “BAD DAY” in quite some time and I wasn’t sure what to expect, but whatever it was, I knew it wouldn’t be good. I thought I could just tough it out. I told Sheri that I was OK. I argued with her all morning for her to go to work. I couldn’t even see clearly and could barely see enough to get my morning pills out, but I was stubborn and Sheri’s seen me in some pretty God-Awful ‘states’ and still be OK. I’ve been through hell and high water and through the pits of hell and the low waters that lie in the darkest corners of hell, places no one should ever have to go, but I’m tough, I’m a fighter, I can take it, bring it on, sock it to me, I’m OK. I hold my head high, put on a smile, put on the best attitude I can, try to be helpful to others. Shit! I’ve been in worse condition than the people I was helping, but I have a lot of Intestinal Fortitude and shear will.
My vision and the shaking were the worst parts. I was shaking just like I had Parkinson’s. My hands literally were travelling 2 inches in distance! Take a tape measure and stick your finger on it and slide your finger back and forth for 2 inches and you’ll see how bad I was shaking. Well, my vision was doing something very similar. The closest thing that I can think of to approximate how it looked is to look straight ahead, then close your eyes and quickly, very quickly twist/turn your head towards your right shoulder/to the right and in a downward motion, like you want to touch your chin to your shoulder when you finish turning your head, and as soon as you get your chin touched down, quickly open your eyes. That’s the closest thing to what my vision looked like that I can approximate to describe to someone to “get the same effect” and it was only a center to right downward arcing motion, except it was happening a couple times a second, way faster than you can do with your neck so you can’t get the full effect without breaking your neck! LOL!!! My eyes had ideas of their own that morning on what they wanted to do and they wanted to do the twist and get their party on that morning! Yeah, PARTY! Woo Hoo Baby!! We’re having a twitchy eyeball party! 🙂
I’d gone to see Dr. Clarke on Friday, October 22, 2010 and she’d put me on two new medications. One of these medications, we subsequently found out a couple days later, had an “in some rare instances” resulted in seizures in some people who already had seizure disorders. Well, as it turns out, Tedd is immune to every “normal” disease on the planet; Tedd is immune to and does not experience any of the “normal” side effects; Tedd is also immune to any of the secondary side effects. However, Tedd is ALWAYS susceptible to the RARE “in some rare instances” side effects in just about all medications! So unless the prescribing Doctor has read all of the detailed “Physician Prescribing Information” and “Pharmacology Information” on the medication, and has it memorized, along with the 18 other medications that I, just one of the hundreds of patients they have, and this just being one medication of hundreds that they prescribe, they are not going to notice this fact and will go ahead and prescribe it to someone who has a seizure disorder without even realizing it. The other medication was a long-shot and actually was a bit risky because it “screws up” a lot of normal people, but we are running out of options and medications to try, so we started me at the lowest dose available.
Well, everything was going pretty much status-quo – Tedd’s having some weird, strange, bizarre medical issue, he says he’s OK, he’s tough as nails, more stubborn than a mule, and has funky medical stuff all the time. And that’s what I thought too. I’m at the point now where Emergency Rooms are just about worthless to me. At the main ER that I usually get taken to, all the ER Doctors and Nurses know me when I come in because they’ve seen me so many times. Last time I was in there, one of the Doctors was holding my hand and said, “honey, we all love you around here, but you gotta stop coming to visit us!” LOL!!! I’m a very easy to get along with patient and I have them all rolling laughing, but I wouldn’t exactly say that I “enjoy” laying on a gurney in the ER for 4-8 hours every 6 weeks! Anyway, I’m allergic to all the MS Emergency Use medications that they could give me (that’s how I lost 30% of my vision – not the best way to discover that you’re allergic to corticosteroids), am already taking EVERY medication that they could possible give me, AND I’m already at the Maximum safe dosages for those medications. So really, when I go to the ER, I get fluids, CT scans that show what we already all know is there to begin with, warm blankets, some TLC, an EEG, an EKG/ECG, and they come and check on me and we tell jokes and try to make as much humor out of the situation as possible because the alternative is something I refuse to look at, and after X number of hours when I’m “stable,” they clear me to go home. So, tell me, why do I need to spend $100 for an Ambulance, $200 for the ER, $### for tests, when I could just recline on my comfy couch or lay in bed, drink the purified water that I like without getting poked one-more-time, and take the medications that I ALREADY HAVE AT HOME? So, the ONLY time now that I say, “it’s ER time,” is when normal people would be dead already. I have survived shit that kills normal people. Intestinal Fortitude. I always loved that saying, ever since boot camp; that has stuck with me and has helped me to “suck it up” and to “drive on hardcore, drive on.” My nickname when I was in the Army was, “Ranger Webb” because I was so freaking hardcore.
So, I sit down and eat my breakfast and I’m messing around on my laptop and listening to my favorite morning show and I remember the time is like 08:40 AM. The next thing I remember is “waking up” and it’s like 11:30 AM and I have no memory whatsoever of any kind of anything, no dreams, and I am one dreaming mo-fo (I dream all the damn time), but no dreams, nothing, no memory at all. The next thing I remember is Sheri is leaning over me, taking my laptop off of my lap and it’s 06:40 PM!!! I have NO MEMORY of that entire day. I was groggy and confused and dizzy and freaking out a little bit. I’ve heard of medication side effects, but this was ENTIRELY uncalled for! I lost an entire day. A full day no longer existed for me. It’s like that day never happened at all, very freaky.
Well, all day long, Sheri had not received a single update, “Status Report” email (my ‘mandatory’ check-in emails), or any random emails, nor had she seen any activity on any of my Facebook pages. That’s a Red Flag. I have NINE Facebook Accounts, all Solely devoted to Farmville, of course, because I AM a Farmville Junkie. And if I’m not farming, then I’m usually updating my Blog with some news, a medical status report, or some poem that’s been troubling my mind and I need to get it out, release it.
The problem is that Sheri hasn’t even been at her job for 3 months yet. One of the Main reasons they let Sheri go from her last firm was that she had taken 3 weeks of time off, all for me (doctor’s appointments, ER trips, picking me up at work when I had a bad seizure at my desk, etc.), and specifically stated that her work product was exemplary and got Letters of Recommendation from all the Senor Partners – it was her having to take time off for my broke-dick-gimp-ass-self – my fault. Well, she sat at her desk all day, wretched with anxiety over what to do. Does she risk taking yet another day off? She’s already had to take 3 days off for me and she’s been there less than 3 months. I said I was OK. I’m a fairly honest and good judge of my condition, but I did start new medications the night before, so that’s an unknown. What should she do? If she leaves, she probably will get outright fired from this job instead of laid off. My disability runs out in 5 months and we’re looking at another year to a year and a half of fighting the Federal Government over my SSDI. California has the highest unemployment rate in the entire country, 12% and there are Paralegals that have been out of work for over a year. Sheri got a job so fast because she’s well-known and comes Highly-Recommended from just about anyone you talk to in the OC, but if there are no jobs, there are no jobs. And there is not much you can do about that.
Now that I’m a little bit less “in a state of seize,” I’ve gone back and looked at some of Sheri’s posts. God, I feel so awful for her. You can just feel the anguish in her through her posts. Thank God that Sheri has so many Good Friends to rally to her side and provide her with comforting words of support during all of this because she has no family to talk to and support her. Sheri’s Friends are her Family. I have adopted them as my Family too and they come over on Thanksgiving and Christmas for our Celebration Dinners for all of us who don’t have anywhere to go on the holidays. It’s good to be loved by someone, to have someone care about you. Her friends provided her with great support during that long, agonizing day. There would have been nothing that she could have done if she had been home. I was OK, just unconscious. If I had gone to the ER, they would have woken me up, gave me fluids, told me to take the medication that I already have, gave me a large bill and sent me home. Um, OK. And then Sheri would get fired and we would be homeless. Nope, there was nothing Sheri could have done but sit and watch me snore! LOL!!!
When I was young and in the Army, I used to drink an ENTIRE bottle of vodka, a 750ml bottle of vodka BEFORE we would all go out to clubs and go partying. And while we were at the clubs, I would still buy drinks, just fewer drinks, but I would be drinking Everclear Kamikaze’s all night long (and that’s back when Everclear was 95% alcohol (190 proof)! I got alcohol poisoning 3 times and lived, albeit with blistered mouth, lips, nose, and agonizing pain for days, and wishing that I had died…but not learning my lesson until the 3rd time…3rd Time’s the Charm? Anyway, I NEVER blacked out or passed out, never. I eventually got tired and went to sleep, never blacked out or passed out, but I always woke up remembering everything, knowing everything that had happened. So this experience really shook me up and freaked me out, and it’s been three days now and I’m still shook up over it.
The Day That Never Was Haunts Me.
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