Part 1 Of My Mystery Medical Condition

     This post starts a few weeks back, and the story is still evolving but I'm ready to share so here goes.

The group I went to NYG with. :)

     A few weeks ago I was given to opportunity to San Antonio with my church to the National Youth Gathering. Let me put this in perspective. I was going to San Antonio with out my parentals, there was 25,000 other teens who were also in attendance. I was excited, nervous, but excited. A few days in we were sitting in a group waiting for our chaperons to come back from a meeting when all of a sudden I was surrounded by paramedics. Apparently I blacked out at some point. No warning, no symptoms, nothing. I was told that I was all sorts of disoriented. Which makes it all the more fun to explain that this happens a lot when I finally came around. The gathering had a safety team which was dispatched, but there was nothing they could really do. The gathering also had EMT's on call at both the convention center and the Alamo Dome, they were called. By the time they responded and I was taken back to first aid I had became fully aware. They took my vitals, and incident report, all that jazz and I was free to go. That's what I thought was the last of it... I was a little to hopeful. Yes, I indeed blacked out at least twice a day.. every day the rest of the week. Almost with out fail. My parents were called every time and at one point I was sent to the clinic. I was not allowed to participate in daily activities with the rest of my group and I was banished to the hotel unless we were at the mass event or dinner. It sucked. And it most definitely wasn't fair. I understand my chaperons didn't know what was going on with me, and that they were just looking out for my best interests, but it happened at the hotel too, when I was alone. It's not fun to wake up on the bathroom floor of an unfamiliar place knowing exactly what happened, but not having any recollection of what happened. I became the outcast of the group. Only one of the girls would really make conversation with me, and I was on a first name basis with the EMT's and the head of the safety team. It sucked. I was hoping it was all a freak thing and when I got back home and in my routine it would stop. It didn't. I had a check-up appointment with my neurologist the next Tuesday after I got back. My mom had never actually seen a black out episode so when it happened right in front of her she didn't really know what to do. I was sitting in the examine room with her in the chair next to me waiting for the doctor. I'm sure I was rubbing my finger tips together like I normally do right before it happens, but she's never seen an episode so this probably didn't raise any red flags. But apparently I fell over onto her. She thought I was just screwing around and was really confused when I told her I had no recollection of what she was talking about, or where I was. Well she can check seeing an episode off of her list I guess. The doctor had nothing to say except order a 24hr EEG and send me to a cardiologist... for the third time. <-- this information will come in hand for part two of this mystery. And for now I'm supposed to just consider myself epileptic. But then, a few days after my appointment they went back down to maybe one or two a week. I'm really confused, my parents have given up and are pretty much considering me a hypochondriac even though they've both now seen an episode in person. I'm just up a creek with out a paddle and once again fighting.. alone. Even though I had a crappy time in San Antonio (besides all the cool parts of it) I miss having the EMT's who knew me and actually tried to help instead of shutting me out and kind of leaving me for dead.  I guess I need to just take my own advice: Keep my head up. :)

On the left was the head of the safety team at NYG. And on the right
was one of the EMT's. It's sad we all wanted a good bye picture before I left because we became such good friends.

Keep your head up and keep smiling, 

Ellie <3