poochie6000
01-03-2007, 05:15 PM
I am new to this board, but figured with all the "blogs" and info people can share on the web, I'd find one to be able to vent and/or assure myself I'm not alone.
I started with a grand mal seizure that occured while I was sleeping in (late 2001 or early 2002, can't remember for sure). Since then, I have had about three "episodes," or groups of grand mal and petite mal seizures that went to the point of my requiring hospitalization. I was told that my seizures could have been fever-induced, since I was sick and bed-ridden for several days before the very first time (so I am told, again, I have no way to remember or know for sure). My second one occurred while I was sleeping, again, seemilgly out of nowhere. Recently I gave birth to my first child (at the age of 34) and had several (both grand mal and petite mal while in the hospital with the baby, and then several strong petit mal ones at home shortly afterward and needed to be hospitalized for a few days again.
The gaps in my memories of those blocks of time when seizures occurred annoy me, but it's not the end of the world. The impossible thing for me to deal with is the constant short-term memory loss that seems to be getting worse! It is scaring and embarrassing me to the point of staying home in my room and not wanting to come out. I WOULD even have thoughts of suicide, if I wasn't convinced that my daughter needs me, and seeing her grow up is worth any suffering I could possibly endure.
I have read several posts on here about the memory loss, but still, I feel like I just want to bang my head into the wall for trying to live with it. My mom and friends tell me to just "calm down" and that they understand, but in the very next breath they say something, sigh, or get this look on their face that makes me feel even more frustrated. It's hard enough for me to have to experience it myself, but then to accept or realize what they must be feeling. Frustration to the extreme, and I even wonder sometimes if they don't think I am faking it or using it as an excuse...
On the other side of the coin, I sometimes feel like THEY change things they have said, plans we have made, or appointments I supposedly "forgot about," because it seems SO lost. I try and try to figure something that happened or was said or done about the time of what I forgot, and sometimes I can vaguely jog my memory and get it back. Other times, it is just plain gone for good.
If this is confusing, I will give concrete examples: I found a card on the kitchen counter for my parents upcoming anniversary. I looked at it, read it, and told my husband how nice it was that he had thought to get them a card. He told me that I had bought it. I looked at it again and again. He told me the store, the date and about the time of day we were there. He even told me other items we purchsed with it. Still, no idea or memory of it whatsoever.
Then there's his constantly changing work schedule. I'm home on maternity leave, so I'm constantly planning appointments and other travel needs (shopping, visits with family or friends) around it. (They won't let me drive, which I agree with, especially with the baby in the car with me)! I'd swear just this week he had told me that his next day off wasn't all the way until Sunday! I remember feeling frustrated last Saturday, thinking how I'd be stuck in the house all week... Then just today he told me before heading out the door to work that he'd made a doctor's appointment for the baby tomorrow. Before it could dawn on me to ask, he was out the door. I checked his schedule on the fridge, and sure enough! He's off tomorrow and Saturday this week!
I feel like I'm losing it! Not just my mind, but my life!
I was always the one with the keen memory in the family. Mom would call ME to ask about fights someone had and what exactly was said from TEN YEARS ago, and I'd know the answer immediately. Now I'll be in the middle of a sentence and forget the next word I was saying, what I was saying altogether or even accidentally say something else! (I could be talking about my husband and for some reason, my ex-boyfriend from high school's name comes out, without my even realizing it)! My very low self-esteemed husband would FREAK if I accidentally called him another name, which sends me into this concious hyper-awareness every time I call his name. Yesterday, someone asked me what city I lived in, and for the life of me, had no clue. I wonder if people don't think I'm nuts or on drugs, etc.
I have to depend on everyone else and even a piece of paper. I was always such an independent and self-confident person. Now it's like I don't know who I am, or who I am supposed to be! How does anyone handle this? I've always had great respect for Vietnam Veterans, who had to live with impossible to erase, horrible memories. Or those living with diabetes or kidney problems that had to spend several hours a day monitoring their every move or meal. I had never thought LOSING several hours a day, week or month would be just as bad, but it is. Maybe worse. At least they can keep their identity.
Please help!
I started with a grand mal seizure that occured while I was sleeping in (late 2001 or early 2002, can't remember for sure). Since then, I have had about three "episodes," or groups of grand mal and petite mal seizures that went to the point of my requiring hospitalization. I was told that my seizures could have been fever-induced, since I was sick and bed-ridden for several days before the very first time (so I am told, again, I have no way to remember or know for sure). My second one occurred while I was sleeping, again, seemilgly out of nowhere. Recently I gave birth to my first child (at the age of 34) and had several (both grand mal and petite mal while in the hospital with the baby, and then several strong petit mal ones at home shortly afterward and needed to be hospitalized for a few days again.
The gaps in my memories of those blocks of time when seizures occurred annoy me, but it's not the end of the world. The impossible thing for me to deal with is the constant short-term memory loss that seems to be getting worse! It is scaring and embarrassing me to the point of staying home in my room and not wanting to come out. I WOULD even have thoughts of suicide, if I wasn't convinced that my daughter needs me, and seeing her grow up is worth any suffering I could possibly endure.
I have read several posts on here about the memory loss, but still, I feel like I just want to bang my head into the wall for trying to live with it. My mom and friends tell me to just "calm down" and that they understand, but in the very next breath they say something, sigh, or get this look on their face that makes me feel even more frustrated. It's hard enough for me to have to experience it myself, but then to accept or realize what they must be feeling. Frustration to the extreme, and I even wonder sometimes if they don't think I am faking it or using it as an excuse...
On the other side of the coin, I sometimes feel like THEY change things they have said, plans we have made, or appointments I supposedly "forgot about," because it seems SO lost. I try and try to figure something that happened or was said or done about the time of what I forgot, and sometimes I can vaguely jog my memory and get it back. Other times, it is just plain gone for good.
If this is confusing, I will give concrete examples: I found a card on the kitchen counter for my parents upcoming anniversary. I looked at it, read it, and told my husband how nice it was that he had thought to get them a card. He told me that I had bought it. I looked at it again and again. He told me the store, the date and about the time of day we were there. He even told me other items we purchsed with it. Still, no idea or memory of it whatsoever.
Then there's his constantly changing work schedule. I'm home on maternity leave, so I'm constantly planning appointments and other travel needs (shopping, visits with family or friends) around it. (They won't let me drive, which I agree with, especially with the baby in the car with me)! I'd swear just this week he had told me that his next day off wasn't all the way until Sunday! I remember feeling frustrated last Saturday, thinking how I'd be stuck in the house all week... Then just today he told me before heading out the door to work that he'd made a doctor's appointment for the baby tomorrow. Before it could dawn on me to ask, he was out the door. I checked his schedule on the fridge, and sure enough! He's off tomorrow and Saturday this week!
I feel like I'm losing it! Not just my mind, but my life!
I was always the one with the keen memory in the family. Mom would call ME to ask about fights someone had and what exactly was said from TEN YEARS ago, and I'd know the answer immediately. Now I'll be in the middle of a sentence and forget the next word I was saying, what I was saying altogether or even accidentally say something else! (I could be talking about my husband and for some reason, my ex-boyfriend from high school's name comes out, without my even realizing it)! My very low self-esteemed husband would FREAK if I accidentally called him another name, which sends me into this concious hyper-awareness every time I call his name. Yesterday, someone asked me what city I lived in, and for the life of me, had no clue. I wonder if people don't think I'm nuts or on drugs, etc.
I have to depend on everyone else and even a piece of paper. I was always such an independent and self-confident person. Now it's like I don't know who I am, or who I am supposed to be! How does anyone handle this? I've always had great respect for Vietnam Veterans, who had to live with impossible to erase, horrible memories. Or those living with diabetes or kidney problems that had to spend several hours a day monitoring their every move or meal. I had never thought LOSING several hours a day, week or month would be just as bad, but it is. Maybe worse. At least they can keep their identity.
Please help!

