With all the turmoil of the things from the church, the verbal abuse from my dad, and memories from my younger years haunting me, plus the joys of womanhood starting, my seizures really started to flare up, and I was hospitalized. I was just a little too young for the adult ward, but almost too old for the kids ward, yet that is where they put me – the children's ward. I had seizures, contrary to what the nurses said I was having. They didn't believe they were seizures, but thought I was having nightmares. Maybe they were both!
A couple more nights into my hospital stay and a doctor, Dr. W. was doing his rounds. I went into a seizure and the nurses asked him what he thought was wrong with me. He happened to be a Neurologist! He watched me for a minute and said, “she's having an epileptic seizure.” He came to my room the next morning and spoke to my parents and I and offered his services to us. He became my doctor from that point on and was a godsend for me and for my family.
He was as kind to us as could possibly be. He put me on various medications and combinations of medications in attempts to control my seizures. Sometimes they worked, others, not so much.
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