Seizures (Narrative Essay)
ENG 100
Narrative Essay #1
Battling with the issue known as seizures, this condition can take a toll on a person, but being diagnosed can be the worse news anyone can get. There is no preparing for the outcome because it comes at any moment. I know this all too well, because I am one who suffers from this. It is very much disturbing, emotionally and physically. That’s why, it’s important that those living with seizures know the safety of getting immediate help. Recalling back to my early teenage years, I was always running around with friends and playing football, but always managed to keep my GPA above 3.0. Two, Three, Four am, I would wake in the middle of my sleep, shaking from what I thought were ‘panic attacks’. Minutes would turn into hours before it would all calm down. However, I would just ignore them, hoping they would just go away. I continued to focus on school and sports. Having the panic attacks was the least of my worries, but one day all of that would change. The summer of 96’ played a big part in what my future would look like. I was fourteen. I came home from football practice about 6:30pm one night, and I was extremely tired and beat. I got home, stripped my clothes off, and copped a quick shower. I wasn’t even home ten minutes and my mom came through the door with Pizza Hut. Devouring three slices in five minutes, I was hungry from all that practice. For the next hour, I did my homework and cleaned my room, and by 9pm I was in bed. I awoke about 12 midnight with muscles spasms, and these sudden ‘jerking sensations’. Although I’ve had them numerous times before, this time, it was 100 times worse. I lied in bed for about twenty minutes before I made an attempt to go to my mom’s room. What seemed like years, but lasted two minutes, I crawled to my mom’s room and banged on her door. I’m yelling “Mommy help me, I’m hurting.” When my mom opened the door, she had seen I was going into convulsion. The last thing I remember was my mom calling
Narrative Essay #1
Battling with the issue known as seizures, this condition can take a toll on a person, but being diagnosed can be the worse news anyone can get. There is no preparing for the outcome because it comes at any moment. I know this all too well, because I am one who suffers from this. It is very much disturbing, emotionally and physically. That’s why, it’s important that those living with seizures know the safety of getting immediate help. Recalling back to my early teenage years, I was always running around with friends and playing football, but always managed to keep my GPA above 3.0. Two, Three, Four am, I would wake in the middle of my sleep, shaking from what I thought were ‘panic attacks’. Minutes would turn into hours before it would all calm down. However, I would just ignore them, hoping they would just go away. I continued to focus on school and sports. Having the panic attacks was the least of my worries, but one day all of that would change. The summer of 96’ played a big part in what my future would look like. I was fourteen. I came home from football practice about 6:30pm one night, and I was extremely tired and beat. I got home, stripped my clothes off, and copped a quick shower. I wasn’t even home ten minutes and my mom came through the door with Pizza Hut. Devouring three slices in five minutes, I was hungry from all that practice. For the next hour, I did my homework and cleaned my room, and by 9pm I was in bed. I awoke about 12 midnight with muscles spasms, and these sudden ‘jerking sensations’. Although I’ve had them numerous times before, this time, it was 100 times worse. I lied in bed for about twenty minutes before I made an attempt to go to my mom’s room. What seemed like years, but lasted two minutes, I crawled to my mom’s room and banged on her door. I’m yelling “Mommy help me, I’m hurting.” When my mom opened the door, she had seen I was going into convulsion. The last thing I remember was my mom calling