Sorry to leave everyone hanging. Shoe isn’t sleeping well, so I’m not either. Anyway, no recurrence of anything remotely resembling a seizure. He was given an Rx for Keppra, an anti-seizure med, and I told him, “I don’t care how compliant you are with your other meds. You take this one!”
The crappy part was, I was all set to post earlier this week, the day it happened, to tell everyone how much better things were going. The first week or so after he came home was … hard, there’s just no way to sugarcoat it. We were both frustrated with each other, exhausted, unfamiliar with how to navigate all these new obstacles, and we cried and yelled at each other and cursed and forgave each other and then started all over again.
But by Monday, we were both doing better, had gotten stronger and more practiced at the choreography of transfering him to and from the couch, bathroom etc. and I was all set to post about that. We needed stuff from the grocery store, and it was his idea to come with. He had a grand ol’ time, wheeling around - he hasn’t been inside a grocery store in half a year, mind you - looking at walls of meat and cheeses and picking out all sorts of produce. We were just done, and to humor him I told him to wheel on ahead and pick out a checkout lane. He did so, I pushed the card past him, and turned my back to put the first armload onto the conveyer belt. That’s when I heard: “Sir?!? Are you OK?” and turned around to find him slumped over, drooling, eyes rolling and twitching etc.
I grabbed his head to hold him upright, yelled for someone to call 911. Someone brought some paper towels, and I started wiping up the froth, and trying to fight panic. An older woman in scrubs came up, grabbed a water bottle from the cooler by the cashier, and started wiping him down with ice water - that really seemed to help a lot.
By the time the paramedics got there, he was already vaguely starting to come around, although his memory stops at “Let’s use this checkout lane” and starts back up when he was being wheeled on a gurney down a hospital hallway. Lotsa tests, although the results are just what OttoDaFe described. Oh, and I think that was supposed to be EEG up there, not EKG.
Today’s his mom’s birthday - we’re going out for dinner tonight. Let’s hope for a quiet and uneventful time! 