Posted by Sleepy Little town on October 02, 2009 at 23:34:57:In Reply to: can't function posted by narco-newbie on September 29, 2009 at 18:50:09:
Hi Newbie,
I am sorry to hear about your current situation. I consider myself a newbie as well even though it's been a little over a year since I was diagnosed. I am a 33 yr old wife and mother with a 4yr old daughter and a 9yr old son. My story started out alot like yours. At first, I ignored the subtle little health changes and passed them off as being stress induced. At that time my daughter was only 1 1/2 yrs old and she came with her own lists of medical problems that we had been trying to manage since her birth. I first noticed episodes of severe fatigue that felt almost as if I had been drugged. I would lose control of my eyes as they seemed to roll around in my head and then would lock down like an iron gate. A little later it began happening while I was driving and nothing could stop it. I tried turning up the music, pumping up the a/c and even attempted to talk myself thru it ... Aahhh Yeah! DID NOT WORK! Over the course of a month or two it had become so bad that I would have several near-misses a day and for a few seconds, would fall asleep at the stoplights. Eventually I would have to pull off the road, lay the seat back and rest my eyes for a few minutes ... or 45 if we must get technical :) Anyway, after several months of this I became so sickly and feeble that I had to quit my job of 6 years. I was unable to walk more than 20 steps from room to room without nearly falling out. I did not even have the strength to stand up in the shower. One night as my husband and I were talking, I became so disoriented that I could not even comprehend the words coming out of his mouth. He was just standing there talking away and the only think I could make out was "noise". I could see his mouth moving and hear the sounds of the words but I couldn't make it out of the "fog". I finally crumpled to the floor and began sobbing into my hands, trying to hide the fear and confusion that was bursting out of my chest. My husband quickly came to my rescue and sat over me on the floor. He leaned into my ear and said " It's going to be OK." Well that was all she wrote. The sobbing turned into wails of defeat. I remember looking up at him and saying "I'm dying ...I'm really dying and no one will know why until they open me up on the table." To be continued if anyone's interested. My story is a long one. Good night all ..or rather Good Morning .