I always wanted to 'give back' to the many people who have given to me when others weren't around. I don't have much to give, but I can give you my story and a little bit of me. Plus, I figure you'd be more cozy with a moderator you felt like you 'knew' rather than a quiet online persona.

So, here I come. Grab a drink of whatever you like, and sit down for storytime!

I was born in June of 1977, which was an excellent year from what I have heard. Of course it is excellent since that is when I came about. I was born with the name Lori, however, since I was premature they called me "Lilly" (for being little). I couldn't pronounce Lilly, so I told people my name was "Ewwie" - which is how Ellie came about.

Where to start? Well, I didn't get off with the best start. They told my mother I had a reflux which was common, but my problem wasn't common - noone noticed it was the real issue. I was sent home, and on several occasions, I had stopped breathing because I had asphyxiated after a feeding due to an undeveloped esophageal spincter. I received CPR approximately 5 times, going without oxygen for too long at only 2 weeks of age.

Due to this problem, I spent the first 10 months of my life in an elevated position. I would stop breathing if I was not elevated. It resolved itself as I aged.

At three months of age, I developed a fever of around 104. My mother took me to the emergency room where they had told her that I had an ear infection and sent me home. The fever would not go down, so she took me back two days later where they told her I had colic and an ear infection. Another day had passed and anytime they touched me I would scream (my back). Within hours, I had a bulging fontanel (aka conehead) and she took me back to the ER where they realized I did not have an ear infection nor did I have colic, I had meningitis that I had for nearly a week at this point - along with an extremely high fever.

They couldn't pinpoint if it were the meningitis or the apnea that caused me to be delayed, but either way - I had developmental delays for ~2 years. All 'delays' beyond that point once I began school ended up in unnecessary punishment because they assumed I was just a bad kid (although shy, and I did my work, I just took three times as long as your 'average' kid).

In Junior High, they did Sensory Integration testing on me, which showed some problems. My physician and school both did not follow up with this. My mother, being a young parent lacking the internet and it's resources, trusted them - and also did not follow up. I'm almost happy she didn't, or I'd probably have been treated with ADD medication. She still feels guilty though.

I'd guess it all began when I was around 10 or so. I knew I was different, but not in a good way. I thought I was stupid. The pressure I had on me in school made me feel so sad, it's hard to explain emotions as a child, but it resulted in my being very shy and very ashamed of small things. It got to the point where I had my first seizure - I thought I passed out - I hid it, and I continued to hide them. I had an episode at my Grandma's house, but rather than to question me, she called my mother and accused her of starving me. She thought feeding me a banana was a cure-all method.

"You don't eat enough bananas!", she said.

My dates aren't all that accurate since my memory and I have lost touch some time ago. But I will do my best here.

I believe I was 14 when I got my first period (sorry men if I gross you out), this is when the GM's started. Mind you, I only had these once per year - sometimes twice, but they weren't common. I always was able to hide them, or feel them coming.

I was 18 or 19 the first big GM, I was in the process of leaving my boyfriend when I'd found out he was using drugs. The timing was stellar, to the point that I had felt nausea and went to the restroom to throw up, but I didn't throw up. I had a seizure, losing control of my bowels. What did I think? I thought he drugged me! Told him that if he came near me again, I'd have my dad beat him up.

(I'd feel bad for him if he didn't use drugs though - it was just bad timing, hehe)

They seemed to be more and more frequent since that time, I'd hid them well short of my public episodes. Once I was told I had low blood sugar by the paramedics, they gave me juice sending me home. The other time, I was accused of being anorexic. I have been small since birth, I can't help it. I'm used to the anorexic thing now, though..kinda.

Another time, I broke my nose and my tailbone which somehow resulted in them not even checking why I passed out or lost control of my bladder. I did not even know what a seizure was aside from the typical seizure anyone not educated in this field. I only knew of one, and I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about.

Well, my 'low blood sugar' caught up with me. I never told my recent boyfriend of 5 years about my episodes, and had one in May he had to witness. I suspected they weren't low blood sugar, but I was too ashamed of being sick I never told anyone. Anyway, I was laying down and felt ill and got up. I guess during my seizure I let out a howl that woke him up. I was on the floor, in a puddle of my own wee and had a lot of explaining to do.

He thought I was dying, he called his mother (whom is a doctor) telling her he thinks I have an aneurysm. The poor guy. So, I was fortunate enough to have an idiot of a doctor who told me that I had food poisoning! This is a new one.

Well, my boyfriend said, "No". He made me follow up. I didn't "Pass" my EEG. My MRI's have been fine, my EEG's are always abnormal and my seizure activity seems to be moving as of recent.

I still have problems being honest about my condition, and I don't fully understand it since it doesn't exactly have a set name. They change my diagnosis like I change my coffee brands (I like what is on sale!).

I've been to 4 Neurologists, 1 Epileptologist, 1 Immunologist, 1 Physical Therapist, and 1 O.P. (My eye doctor, I always forget how to spell her title).

I take 2,000 MGs of Keppra, and 500 MG's of Depakote ER per day.

I am 29 years old, I weigh 95 pounds (my goal was 112, but I keep losing weight ).

I have a 8 year old son (I was told I couldn't have him if I waited, so I didn't wait). I can't have children anymore, though. I also am a proud owner of 2 cute dogs and one very handsome man who is 34 (I think, he understands I forget his age. I forget mine, too!).

Anyway, I have several seizure types. Two I fear, the others I don't notice. I have a hard time noticing the focal/absent seizures since they come in many forms that I find to be 'normal' for me. Since I've always done it, I can't spot one!

I decided long ago to give my seizures Phases. This is my "Typical Drop Seizure". I am more savvy now and know my phases are auras/warnings.

Phase 1: This phase always begins with nausea, this increases as time goes by

Phase 2: This phase, the nausea is then accompanied by dizziness

Phase 3: This phase is about 10 minutes past the initial feeling of nausea, and I know I am going to throw up.

Phase 4: This phase, I feel like I am getting ready to throw up and that is when everything goes black. I start to hear the ringing and 'whomp whomp' sounds in my ears. I can't talk, I can't hear and everything is a blur. I sway, fall, etc. Depending on what I was doing.

Phase 5: This phase is what I call "The Aftermath" - I normally awake in extreme pain on the lower portion of my head (the back/base of my skull). The ringing in my ears is so extreme it hurts. My body is ghostly white, and soaking wet with sweat. I am shaking just like someone in shock, my entire body shakes. I am confused, and normally spaced out.

The kicker? I have never thrown up, but now I know my 'aura' is nausea. Nausea is my "You have 10 minutes to find a padded place to lay down" warning.


These are my "PMS Seizures" and they scare me. They are very painful. I know, you read in crazy places seizures don't hurt. People who don't have them always say that!

Phase 1: this typically starts with numbness/tingling in my pinky and ring finger on my right hand. This will gradually move to the area between my wrist and my elbow on my right arm.

Phase 2: it will move to my right leg, the area between my ankle and my kneee. (Weird, I know).

Phase 3: now the numbness turns into 'shocking' and the shocks eventually take over my entire body. From the top of my head to my toes, it's like an electrical storm.

Phase 4: this is when I think I am going to die. I am paralyzed, I cannot speak, see move, etc. I hear the 'seizure' type buzzing, whomp-whomp sound, etc. but nothing else. I go completely blind, and cannot do anything - but I stay awake. I have learned to try to talk to myself, last time I said "I'm awake, I'm alive" and said that over and over.

Phase 5: I normally wake up 2-5 hours later. I don't know if I have a full blown seizure and pass out, pass out from pain or fall asleep from exhaustion. I can't remember.

These entire episodes always happen the day before my period, I've been having them for only a few months. But they are very painful and they scare me very badly. I am not too fond of them. I haven't lost control of any bowel movements or my bladder during these. My doctor tells me they are 'normal' but says nothing else. I beg to differ!

I, like anyone else - have moments where I lose faith. And I cry, I feel like I am being picked on, punished if you will. I am also famous for a stellar sense of humor, I like to make jokes and laugh. I'd be a liar if I said this was easy, because it's not. It is the hardest thing I've had to accept and something I have hid my entire life. I am fortunate enough to have someone in my life who made me do something about this.

Anyway, I also have headaches daily - I have Trigeminal Neuralgia (right side). My previous seizures were in my frontal and right central temporal lobe. They are now in those two spots and my parietal lobe as of September. I don't quite know what that means, to be honest.

I also have a decreased REM, and balance problems (midline shift to the right).

Attached are pictures of me, so you can see the spaz behind these letters.

The first picture is when I was 7 years old, the other picture is from March (prior to losing some hair from Depakote ). No recent pictures until my hair comes back!

I love chatting, and since I can't work or drive - feel free to chat with me anytime. I use most of the instant messenger's out there except ICQ.

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