Hi,

This is my first time doing a post here on here. On March 8th, 24, I got sick (had a seizure) and had to be admitted for one night in the medical hospital. I was not happy and I felt bad and guilty that I had gotten sick. I was only admitted in the hospital one time when I had a seizure, that was during the time I had my first one in 1992. I in there for 4 days and discharged on the 5th day. After 1992, after I had a seizure, I was never admitted into the hospital, when one occured, I would go to the ER, they would give me more medicine, test to see if I could walk then send me back home. I would not have another seizure until 10 or more years apart. This time, I was disappointed with how my mom was treated at the hospital when I got sick on March 8th, 24. Mom wanted to stay in the ER room with me and hold my hand but a nurse came in and did not like it, they even made my mom leave the room and sat outside the room on another bed that was near the nurse's station. According to my mom, they would not let her stay there with me and they would not let her go upstairs with me. The next day before I left the hospital, the man from the hospital pharmacy came into to the room, suggesting to me that they wanted me to start taking another medicine plus the current medicine I had been taking. I stayed on the current medicine, Dilantin but I would not start on the medicine they want me to take because it is stronger than Dilantin.  Now my level is up over 11.6. When I had the seizure, my level had was down to 7.4. Before I got sick I did not sleep much, have much of appetite and worked myself hard at home because I did not want to deal or hear how our live had turned out to be since, most of our subject is on doctors, hospitals and nurses. I had been very angry about so much. Not only had my life been ruined because of people like this, my holidays are too.

In 2021, I had lost my dad from cancer. From what my cousins had told me (me and my dad did not live near each other. He lived in another state different than me), my dad's cancer had spread throughout his body, the doctors could not do anything else to help him. They gave him almost a year to live, he died in June of 2021. When I last talked with him on the phone, I was at a hospital with my mom because she had to see a doctor and he was at home not feeling well. One of my cousins called the next morning around 5 something, telling me that my dad had expired. When I spoke with my other cousin, he said that he just visit with my dad the day before, my dad looked good and was talking great as if nothing was wrong. He said that he was surprised when he was told about my dad the next morning.

Right now I do not know where to begin. I feel so alone with only two people in my life and I do not want to lose them, those people are my mom and brother. I would do so much for him and he would do all he could for me; my mom is still feeling guilty as if she was the one who had made me sick, no matter what me or someone else say to her mom would have a hard time believing us. I want my mom back.