I learned about locked in syndrome and it made me so upset that I couldn’t finish the lesson. I was thinking about that time in high school when I was frozen and couldn’t move. I became terrified of caffeine because I was positive it paralyzed me.
My mom didn’t take me to the E.R., but instead angrily demanded what drugs I was taking. I have never taken drugs. And even if I had, I’d still need the ER at that point. But no. She drove me home and made me walk inside with my pounding headache and extreme confusion and out-of-character depressed thoughts.
In fact, even the f*cking school didn’t call an ambulance.
If it was a swelling brain stem, I could have f*cking died, but they were all convinced they were protecting me from the law or something? Why the f*ck did no one want to take me to a hospital?
It happened several days after Brandi made my neck make that noise. Funny night, honestly. The world will never f*cking know if it was related or not, I guess. Instead, six months later, I got tested for epilepsy by a neurologist, who — very unsurprisingly — couldn’t diagnose anything because even if I had a seizure now, he couldn’t prove if I did then or not, no matter the results of the current test.
He told me that stressed women get paralyzed sometimes. Can only blink and can slowly feel themselves stop breathing — that ever f*cking happen to you?