I was diagnosed with Adult-Onset Epilepsy at the age of 26. During the last 6 years, I have tried ten different prescription seizure medications. I feel like the next one is going to kill me. I'm desperate, and I'm scared, but this is my journey with CBD.
My First Seizure
feeling cute at work
Grand Mal happened at work. Woohoo! How embarrassing... I guess it could have
been worse. I could have been by myself, possibly even suffocated and died.
Almost everything I know about that day has been told to me.
The last thing I remember doing was buying a shirt at work on my break because mine had gotten
something on it. Maybe makeup, since I work in the cosmetic department, but knowing me, it was probably coffee.
I bought a dark green shirt, one that I ended
giving away because of the PTSD I developed. The weirdest part is, I don't wear green. I don’t even have color in
my closet, just black and more black. I have been in cosmetics my whole life,
and for people who don’t know, black is your uniform. I don’t mind because it’s
also my favorite color, so I can wear my work clothes out and vice versa.
Anyway, the next thing I know I’m on a stretcher unable to breath. Choking,
suffocating... I think I’m in the women’s restroom. There’s firemen, police, is
that my store manager? She looks familiar. What is happening? Everything is
blurry and confusing.
Apparently, a coworker had said hi to me, earlier, downstairs in
Cosmetics. I’m the Beauty Stylist, so I tend to wander throughout the
department, but I never responded to her. That’s not normal. I’m pretty
friendly and I like my job. She said she followed me for a few seconds
and asked if I was okay, and that I looked at her with dead eyes and said I didn’t feel
good. "I don’t feel well. I don’t feel well. Something is wrong", I said to her.
This is when she took me to the family bathroom, where I banged on the door
incessantly despite there being someone in there. I have no recollection of
this. None of it. She took me to the women’s restroom where I refused
to lock my bathroom door (your subconscious can be a powerful thing). After a
few seconds of going into the stall, I seized. I fell, smacked my head on the
toilet and marble floor, with my pants down. Yep. She and probably a few other
ladies got more than they bargained for that morning. Fortunately for me there
was a nurse in the ladies room. What luck! And that was the beginning of my
story with Clonic-Tonics.