Chris woke up at 1.30 to find me having a tonic clonic seizure. When she called 911, Flora intently watched the whole process.
Off to Lankenau, yet again.
They did some tests but, when they got to the MRI, Chris admonished them about the magnetic settings on my shunts, so they (wisely) shipped me off to Jefferson, where they knew what they were doing.
In the end, another inexplicable diagnosis; something caused it, but they don't know what, for sure.
Home, in the end, after 48 hours, with a new anti-seizure drug and the usual warnings...
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