Today’s events started innocently enough yesterday. I was planning to stock up some office supplies at the Front Desk at the Centre and was going through the Staples/Corporate Express catalog. I made my notes and realized that instead of making our Exec Assistant’s life miserable, I would just run to Office Depot and get them with the Centre’s card. As I was leaving the house this morning, Wendy called and wanted to know if I needed our vehicle all day. I said no and I told her that if she was ready when I came by, she could grab it and drop me off at the office once I was done.
When we were over at Office Depot, she came over to Oliver and I realized immediately he was having a seizure. I turned him on his side and we walked out of the store and the seizure continued for a couple more minutes. He has choking, convulsing, and shaking violently with his eyes rolled back into his head. I have seen a lot of seizures at the Centre but then again, this is the first one I have seen my son have. While he was having it, I was thinking that it takes 15 minutes for an ambulance to get five blocks to the Centre (seriously, an EMT riding a slug could get there faster on many calls) and I realized we were only five minutes from Royal University Hospital. So we drove over there and as Wendy took Oliver in, I tried to find a place to park (much of the RUH parking lot is out of commission). By the time I got in, Wendy had been rushed past triage and was in the pediatric emergency room. Oliver was pretty unresponsive and was really out of it. He was acting strange and took over an hour to settle down while the entire time he seemed scared, disorientated, and confused. Along the way he was seen by the resident, the pediatrician, and almost managed to escape the three nurses who had to hold him down while they took blood tests (I don’t think Oliver appreciated the rather cool Spider-Man band-aid they gave him either). He eventually fell asleep and then when he woke up, was back to normal. I know that a fever can cause kids (and adults) to have a seizure but Ollie’s temperature was totally normal. All that is wrong with him is a bit of a cough and a runny nose. After taking some more tests, they released him with instructions that if it happened again, we were to return.
He had another nap and woke up. We had some errands to run and while Wendy has been passive aggressive about getting a cell phone for her, this convinced her that she needed to get one. We went to Wal-Mart to take a look at some and while we were there, Oliver had another big and long seizure. It was bad but not quite as bad as this morning but it still lasted for a couple of minutes. We left Wal-Mart and it was back to RUH. Triage took Wendy and Oliver right back to pediatric emergency room and while the same nurses were on, the resident was just finishing her shift. She stayed behind and brought the evening pediatrician up to date which made the process smoother and I imagine a little quicker. We weren’t there long and after a consultation with another specialist (a pediatric neurologist), we were sent home with a prescription for some medication to help stop the seizures, promises of an appointment with the pediatric neurologist, tests and instructions that if it happens again, we are to come back so he can be admitted.
I would have liked to walk out of there with a definite answer on what was happening to him but it wasn’t to be. Oliver’s blood work came back normal and he didn’t have a fever. The hope is that it is connected to a virus he has but I suppose that will come out in the tests. The staff at RUH did everything they could and I didn’t really see the reason why Oliver could not go home. It is rare that he would have a seizure at night (according to the doctor) and the medication that they gave him will help even more. The doctor said it was “unlikely” he would have one tonight but I kind of work in the world of “unlikely” which makes me a little nervous but at the same time, it is pretty unlikely he will have one while sleeping.
Right now Oliver is both really cranky and groggy (from the medication) and is growling to himself upstairs as Wendy feeds him his medication. She hid his medication in chocolate pudding which seems to be sending him a mixed message of “We don’t want you to have any more seizures but we may be bringing on diabetes at a young age…”
One story worth re-telling from the day. While we were waiting this morning for tests to come back, I went upstairs to make a couple of phone calls and to get some Starbucks. On my way down there were two doctors trying to get their swipe card to work on a locked door. As I was walking past, the one doctor said to the other, “That’s your Starbucks card, you idiot”. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud which rather embarrassed the guy fumbling for his access card.