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story of my life 2

Hi, I'm telling my story where I left off.

That day I was hospitalized, was 10 days making me several medical tests, ultrasound of my head, EEG, MRI and laboratory analytical following. The Neuro-pediatricians did not come to me until the fifth day in hospital, mom was angry enough, did not understand it take so long to come to me when my income was just about neurological problems, seizures said. In the hospital had "crisis" and they call 3 days after I arrived and put me Depakine, an anticonvulsant, by vein. Two days later, when he finally appeared a neurologist ordered several tests, Mommy asked many things, the poor thing was so nervous I did not know to tell or ask, I was very scared. The doctor diagnosed epilepsy and would if I was going to be serious or transient.

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I passed the oral medication, quickie to send me home and told mom to request an appointment with the neurologists in the outpatient, Mom thought it would be faster since there was very little, but ....... . "Let me report high and I will call", that's what they said. The high I got it on November 31, we went home scared, but happy, was back in house together.

December was one of the rare months in my evolution, I went from having a crisis every 3 or 2 four days, have 10 or 15 in one day, almost every time I wanted to fall asleep. I not rest, my parents did not rest, in general, my whole family and our friends were so nervous they did not rest anyone. And mom, call call you to consult neurologists to give him an appointment.

December 31, how exciting, my first year again, just born and already we changed the year. What a good night, my mom does not even remember how many "crisis" I could not not eat, my first STESOLID, another anticonvulsant, rather a soothing, fast acting inserted through the rectum.

finally arrived in 2010 and I still walk to the doctor, but still growing very well, as everyone was smiling, as happy playing with Azael me, my brother, bufff and when I heard my grandparents and I tell you, laughing out loud, but every time I had more daily crises.

My parents they were well, and talked with the secretaries of the consultation to give you quick appointment to see me, we finally met, 29 January, nearly 60 days after the day of my discharge.

I get several crises in the waiting room, and another mom who was waiting for it says to the doctor and I go before I give any to them, it was strange people and I slept, I only get when I'm falling asleep. Really scared mom asked the doctor if it is very serious and says she does not look it because my progress is good, that the worst would be a lasting epilepsy but does not believe it to have trouble, Mom asked again, but is it normal for a baby resist this amount of daily crisis? "I was not going to die, right? Dr. says no worries it will not be so serious, send me some drops that I'm sure I will go very well, between that and the first drug, together of course, I will improve.

And I do, but only for a few days from there begins I decline. January was my last month of smiles.

travel to Extremadura in February, I know daddy's family, I will be baptized in his village, Cilleros, a beautiful town of Cáceres, Dad is already there, is making progress and looking forward to my grandmother finally know, my cousins, my cousins \u200b\u200band my aunts and uncles are eager to be with me, will be a big event, plus the day after my baptism is the birthday of my brother, Azael turns 7 years and is the first Once they are the two families together on his birthday, the village is above party, is San Blas, the pattern of the people, everything was elegidísimo to be perfect and happy, but my illness gives us no respite. We enjoy going to stop.

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