|Could you accuse this darling of throwing a tantrum?|
Her next words were worse. "The thing is - how would you even know what a seizure is? You are not a medical professional." I'm actually grateful for my stunned silence. Who knows what I might have said? How do you even answer that? When I finally got my voice back, I informed the doctor that I knew plenty about seizures since my niece had suffered non-epileptic seizures for years. The truth is, I'd never seen one of her seizures. But she didn't need to know that. Who could mistake a seizure when they saw one? It's asinine.
Finally she relented that L may have had "a seizure" (she always referred to it as "a seizure," just to make sure I knew she didn't believe me) but that there was no need for any follow up. She assured me that a fluke seizure is nothing, and that she'd be willing to order any tests that we wanted in order to appease us, but that "the epilepsy test is reliable only 40% of the time, so even if we did test, there would be nothing we could do with the information."
Obviously, we didn't order any tests. She said to come back if he ever had another 'seizure'. Two seizures without known triggers would signal epilepsy. She would even encourage testing at that point. We went home and waited. He had near-misses constantly, and I feared every one would end up as a seizure. About a month later, he had his second seizure. But that didn't get us any closer to a diagnosis.