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Mediwhump May - Seizure

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“That’s not good.”

“What now?” Caey drawled.

Omen stumbled over the corpse of the large salamander and fell to their knees in the leaf litter and decaying wood. The beast was still twitching, tendrils of cold fog rolling from its open mouth and lolling tongue.

The tiara tied to Omen’s belt vibrated and glistened, speaking directly into Omen’s thoughts. “What did you do now? Do not keep me in suspense.”

Omen drew in a shuddering breath and with trembling, bloody fingers, pulled up their tunic. “Not good.” Their words came thickly, as though it was difficult to speak.

“What?” Caey trembled at Omen’s belt.

“Got bit.” Omen fell onto their side.

“By the salamander?”

Omen’s eyes fluttered closed. “Got bit.” Omen repeated.

“Yes, yes, I know!” Caey actually sounded worried. 

Omen’s fingers clumsily untied Caey from their belt and brought the tiara to their forehead. 

“What are you doing? Shouldn’t you treat your wound?” Caey sputtered as Omen shoved him onto their head. “Omen?!”

Omen’s breaths became wheezing and they struggled to speak. “Venom. You have… to fix me.”

Now that Caey rested upon Omen’s brow, he could sense where their wound lay. It was a throbbing, ragged bite wound upon their left side, still bleeding, and the aforementioned venom was working fast. Too fast.

Omen’s legs began to stiffen and convulse.

“Omen, I don’t have magic. I can’t fix you, you idiot!” Caey shouted into Omen’s thoughts. Caey’s awareness was split between his own knowledge as an object of power, and what Omen could see. Now that they put him on their head, Caey would feel everything Omen felt. See everything they saw.

Omen was fixating on the pale, cloudy sky above, between the brown leaves of late autumn. Caey could feel the pain of tense muscles and the fire in their veins. Did they just want him to suffer alongside them? Why had they put him on?

“Ca-...ey.” Omen hissed through gritted teeth.

“Yes? What should I do? I do not know what you want me to do!” Caey babbled.

Caey could feel Omen’s heart racing.

“When I stop…sh-shaking.” Omen choked. Caey felt something warm, and thick roll from their mouth and dribble down their cheek. “Take control…walk me- to healer…p-please.”

Omen had never put Caey on before. 

Omen wouldn’t. Omen knew Caey’s power of possession. 

Omen trusted him now. 

Caey didn’t know how to feel about this. 

But he knew he would do it. He would save Omen. 

“I will.” Caey said quickly.

Omen’s body became painfully tight and wracked with convulsions. Every limb stretched taut to breaking. Their heart raced. Bloody foam spilled from between gritted teeth. Omen seized and seized for what seemed like hours. Eyes rolled back in their head. Caey could see only darkness. 

Caey, planted firmly on Omen’s sweating brow, rode the waves of pain with his friend. He spoke soothing words into their feverish mind. And as soon as the convulsions died down, Caey took hold of Omen’s body. They were broken and in so much pain. But he ran. Stumbling. Falling. Getting back up. And running. To save Omen’s life. He had to.


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4 months ago

Adding onto this to say this is the same “off” feeling that you get when you have a focal aware seizure, or just seizures in general. Y’know, the same feeling that is listed in seizure symptoms as being hard to describe, and then when doctors ask you about it, they complain that you can’t describe it.

You should always listen to yourself when you know something is wrong with your body, because I ignored this feeling, writing it off as anxiety for like a year before I figured out I was having conscious seizures by having a grand mal seizure and two brain scans.

Look after yourself.

Love that they put “a sense of impending doom” as one of the symptoms of a heart attack, like girl, that’s just how it is to be alive these days, you’re gonna have to be more specific


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4 months ago

Years will pass and I will never understand, why, just why, there's only 2 sides when it comes to my illness? Some of you immediately start to pity and pamper me, treat me as if I barely understand something, while the other consists of people who are almost the same as the 1st type, but these are trying to do it differently, trying to look caring and understandable, but in the end they are almost the same. And also, since when the phrase "I'm not letting my illness stop me." Became something ablestic? No, I don't want to treat myself as a snowflake. I don't want to do something less, because YOU think that I'll have a flare up. Flare ups are only MY and MINE DEAL, NOT YOURS. I don't want to sit and whine about how fragile my body is. This only makes me look WEAK. Since when I need to work less, just because I'm ill? Maybe I WANT to work?? Maybe I CAN work?? Maybe, it is YOU the one who sees only code in my med card?!


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10 months ago

No. My epilepsy is NOT a disability. Why though? Because it doesn't prevent me from doing ANYTHING. It doesn't affect me all the time. Yeah, someone could say "B-but seizures are a disability!!!" Yeah, they could be. But, have you read the criteria to get disability with epilepsy? No? Okay, I'll list.

– Frequency of seizures. If they are too intense and happening too often (for example a few times per day.)

– Decrease in intelligence.

– Mental issues.

– Impaired ability to move.

– Developmental disorders.

So, that's why epilepsy doesn't make you automatically disabled, it just makes you ill. So, I prefer to use the term "sick, but able-bodied." Instead of disabled. Y'all should accept that disability is a status given by law. So, if you're getting money for your disability, and you have this status in your documents – you're disabled. Or at least if your disease is affecting you most of the time like POTS, fibromyalgia, arthritis etc. you're disabled.

But even if chronically ill means being disabled... I still prefer to be called able-bodied. I'm not disabled. So I don't deserve to be called disabled. Leave space for someone else, not me.

I'm waiting to be hated for my opinion. I don't mind anymore. I don't want to call myself disabled and bury myself in my illness. If I'd be hated for that, but I'd still be able bodied, I don't mind. You can call me like you want, and call yourself a disabled if you have epilepsy, because I'm talking about MY CASE not YOURS.

Thanks for reading. Stay healthy.


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10 months ago

To be honest, I feel kinda remorseful for making posts with hashtags like "disabled" and others. Why? Because thinking about my diseases constantly only worsens my mental health. I literally was about to go back to cutting or mutilating my body. Plus, I don't really think that I'm like... Disabled? Like my symptoms aren't enough to be called disabled or something... So, I think that I won't be making posts like this anymore... Or do them rarely. Hope y'all will understand. Thanks for being with me in those times. Take care of yourself.


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10 months ago

!!READ IF YOU'RE STUDYING JAPANESE AND HAVE EPILEPSY!!

There's an app called "Memory hint", and please, don't download it if you have photosensitive epilepsy or at least consult with a professional, because there's "Kanji catch" mode that could POSSIBLY trigger a seizure, at least if you won't lower speed. I almost had a seizure because of it.

Please, be careful with apps and videos you're watching, because sometimes there's no TW!


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