The very first time I went to a neurologist, I was baby, so I don’t remember. I started having seizures as a baby and they later discovered a rare childhood brain tumor that was thankfully benign. I had surgery when I was seven, but I continued to see a neurologist because they honestly couldn’t tell that my seizures had stopped and it was just the ADHD in me. I was all fixed with a giant scar on the side of my head that my hair covers except when I put it in a ponytail.
Fast forward to my first pregnancy when I was 27 years old. I had a tonic-clonic seizure or two in a nine-month pregnancy, what they used to call grand mal seizures, so they watched me and left me alone. The second pregnancy brought a few more of those, but not enough to worry. Then, suddenly in 2009, I started having seizures that I wasn’t aware of, but I was a stay at home mom, so someone was. One day, my husband returned home from work and my four-year-old told his daddy that mommy was laying on the floor spitting, humming, and shaking earlier. That freaked out my husband and he promptly scheduled me for the local neurologist, where I had a seizure in his office. The slightly inexperienced doctor bombarded my body with a high dose of medicine to get it active quickly and I got a referral to a clinic that specializes in epilepsy. They did the tests that had become old hat when I was a kid. They determined that the seizure activity was on the opposite side of my head from my brain surgery, so scar tissue was not to blame. The wise doctor that was assigned to me decided that he didn’t care what was causing it as long as he could control it. I have been seizure-free ever since but refuse to go off of my medicine because they still can’t tell me why I was having them. I have too much to lose if they return when I go off of it: injuries to me or someone I love if I have a seizure while driving, loss of my license, and thus loss of my job, etc.
Anyway, that is why I’m so calm about neurologists. Sorry the response was so long.