As some of you may know, I had my first seizure the first part of May. Turns out I was getting a lil stomach virus or something and the medical world thinks that may have been what set me off. Anywho, everyone was hoping it was a one and done kinda thing. They just increased some of my meds and called it a day. Then last week I went through the airway and digestive clinic up at Mayo in Rochester - long story short, it is a week long clinic where I met with ENT, GI, Pulmonary, Nursing, and had a minor surgery (they took my adenoids out again and took some biopsies of my stomach, intestine, and esophagus - big words for a kid I know, but when you live my life you get used to big words). And on top of that, since we were up there anyways, I did a 3 hr gait lab test and had an MRI of my head and back. It wasn't all fun and games, but it really wasn't too bad. Me and mom got to stay in a hotel one night and we stayed in the hospital one night. The other days we drove back and forth cause we both missed dad and Maggie. We get the results of all this junk this week. But my experience with the medical world makes me believe it will just lead to more appointments.
Then for father's day weekend we went down to Milwaukee to visit my cousin Zoey, her parents, and hang out with Grandma and Grandpa Servais too. I decided to shake things up a bit and had my second seizure on Saturday night - only this time it didn't stop on its own. I got to ride in an ambulance to Children's Hospital and they finally got me under control in the ER. For good measure they admitted me to the PICU for the night and most of Sunday for observation since it was such a long seizure. We got discharged late Sunday and I decided I didn't want to drive the whole 3 hours home that night, so I got a little fussy in the car and my parents fell right into my master plan. We got to stay in a hotel in the Dells. Just me and my folks - my grandparents took Maggie and Toby home with them as we were sure how long we would be in the hospital. I love staying in hotels when I get a big comfy bed and super soft pillows all to myself. Anywho, we are laying kinda low this week and each day I get a little bit more energy and am acting more like myself. My arms are pretty beat up from all the blood draws and IVs and junk - but I'm tough so I can handle it. I just hope my parents can - they aren't as tough as I am ;)