Thank you very much for sharing your story; I really enjoyed learning about your experience and it does help knowing I'm not the only one there who has this condition. I usually consider myself to be a very rational person. After all, I just got an MA and I am 2 or 3 years away from obtaining my PhD in Social Psychology. It is funny, though, how one can lose all his or her sense of rationality when something serious happens to him or her, as with this case.
Indeed, after having no seizures for 4 years, and accomplishing that without medication, I thought that my teenage seizures were a thing of the past. These 3 seizures over the last month have been a real eye opener, because I do consider myself to be healthy. I feel lean and strong from lifting heavy things for over a year. Of course, call me stubborn, but I am unable to give up my coffee, not because I need the caffeine, but because I truly enjoy coffee for what it is: a fine drink. One of my favorite parts of waking up is preparing fresh locally roasted coffee (Chicago is a great coffee town) in my Chemex. I do not drink gallons of coffee, but I do enjoy a cup or two. Also, nothing beats a cup of fresh espresso (Metropolis's redline espresso is my favorite; also Chicago's very own).
I've been taking Vitamin D again as of lately, doing about 12,000 IU a day of quality pills alongside a tablespoon of Fish oil and vitamins to bolster my body. I'm also not stopping with my working out: I am taking a break from the gym by doing simplefit with my pullup bar for the next week or two and then I'll make a comeback to lifting heavy stuff (though I have to admit that I am a bit afraid to return to the gym given that is where my last two episodes occurred).
The doc put me on Keppra, and I am currently taking about 500 mg a day, which does not seem to be screwing with my head at all (something I was afraid the drugs will do). When I was first diagnosed with epilepsy at 16, they put me on Trileptal and Depakote, which really evoked the drowsiness all day. That's how my own story began:
At 16, I was playing an online computer multiplayer game with my friends while talking to them on the phone. I got a funny feeling and woke up on the floor feeling nauseous; then, I went to bed to rest because I did not know what happened to me. My friends then told me that I made odd noises through the phone, which fits the description of the seizure in retrospect.
The worst spectacle happened a few weeks later when I was sitting in my high school library (it was junior year), reading during study hall. I got that aura and woke up with paramedics putting me on a stretcher; I had a seizure. That was bad, given that kids could be cruel in high school, and my friends all ostracized me as they did not know how to react to what had happened. Best of all, I was right about to get my license before the seizure happened, and I had to wait an extra 6 months because of that. Even when I did get it, no one wanted to get into a car with me.
Fast forward to freshman year in college, and I had a span when I experienced many seizures, including some in my sleep (I remember waking up on the floor on at least one occasion). Then, one day, they stopped, though I was still on medication. After some time taking medication and not experiencing seizures, I decided to completely redo my lifestyle. I was overweight, never exercised, and was just all around unhealthy. That was also the time I decided I wanted a PhD in psychology. I took up the SAD way of losing weight, did better in school, and eventually ditched the pills.
It is now the summer before my third year as a grad student, right after I got my MA. The seizures are back much to my dismay. Though they appear less severe than they used to be, they are still there, and I am almost obsessing with trying to figure out "why." That factoid may be obvious by the formation of this thread.