Sunday October 9th, 2016 was like any other Sunday at the Western Caughey Compound. We were all sitting around binge watching The Ranch, which is a great show. This is where it gets blurry for me because I had a full blown grand mal seizure. Karen and Brad just kind of stared at me for a minute, unable to comprehend what they were seeing. My right arm had locked up, which because of my herniated discs in my neck and spinal stenosis, was not that unusual. But then Brad noticed that I was trying to talk, which I do remember, but nothing would come out. Then Karen saw my eyes roll back in my head and I began to convulse violently, and she knew right away that I was having a grand mal seizure. That was the last “clear” memory I had.
They tried to dial “911” several times, but were unable to do so, due to panic I think, they finally got through…”Is he breathing?” asked the dispatcher, yes he is. “Do you have dogs?” the dispatcher asked, yes five of them. Lock your dogs up. “Do you have a locked gate to your property?” Yes we do. Unlock it was the reply….we are on our way, look out for us.
Karen and I both know what to do for grand mal seizures, from observing hundreds of them in previous jobs that we worked at, often not even calling “911” because the person had a known seizure disorder.But none of that prepares you to see a loved one have a sudden onset grand mal seizure. Brad was in a state of controlled panic, although he did manage to get all 7 dogs locked up, open the gate, and flag down the ambulance.
As is normal with many seizure victims, I was uncooperative and combative with the ambulance crew. They strapped me in the gurney, I promptly unstrapped myself from the gurney….and so it went, until they had had enough and restrained my arms. I do not remember most of my visit to the local E.R. out here. They did do a CT scan which they claimed showed no abnormalities so there was no conclusive reason for my sudden onset of seizures. They wanted me to wait(hours) to be transported to Las Vegas for further testing, but in my altered mental state, I just decided that I wanted to go sleep in my bed tonight so I signed myself out AMA-Against Medical Advice.
Flash forward to Monday morning 10/10/2016. I was supposed to stay in bed, Karen was going to bring me a coffee, and then go lay down for a bit more. I promised her I would stay in bed. I didn’t keep that promise for long. I soon got up and went into the computer room and got on the computer. I had work scheduled for that day, and was trying to reconfigure my schedule to allow me the day off…..at least that’s what I think I was doing. It was at that point I had another seizure, this time falling out of my chair, scrapping my head on something which released a torrent of blood all over. Brad heard the commotion and came in to find me convulsing and covered in blood, then I urinated on myself. My seizures lasted about 1-2 mins each. All told I ad 3 more seizures that day.That day I was cooperative with Pahrump Valley Paramedics. I was transported to our small,somewhat incompetent hospital out here in Pahrump. I was not so cooperative there, continuously ripping out my IV They do the best they can, but Pahrump isn’t a desired destination for skilled doctors. I also seized at least once in the ER. At this point hey decided to transport me to Spring Valley Hospital in Las Vegas by ambulance instead of Life Flight. since by then I was essentially stable at that point. An ambulance ride to Vegas is $5,000, a chopper flight is $30,000, but I digress. I do not remember any of this. They gave me a large dose of Ativan in Pahrump. That was Monday morning, I have little to no memory until Tuesday around 3AM or so when I woke up in my hospital room alone. I was alone because they would not let me have visitors until I woke up. I slept most of Monday and much of Tuesday. At Spring Valley Hospital they repeated my MRI scan with and without contrast. They also did pelvic, abdomen and chest scans to see if I was riddled with cancer….I am not. So the good news is that this is a primary brain tumor. We will not know if it it benign or malignant until it is surgically removed and put under a microscope. My neurosurgeon is cautiously optimistic that this is a benign lesion/tumor. He also said that due to its location it is not likely to change any of my gross/fine motor skills, vision, hearing,balance, or ability to speak.Truth be told, he said that he could remove a large area of the brain where the tumor is to no ill effect on me. But this all depends on what he actually finds when he cuts me open. For now, I can continue to work under careful observation. No driving, no ladders, ect. but simple stuff.