TRUE-LIFE
I was vulnerable, and he knew it
My head pounded and the hospital ward was a blur.
A fuzzy face came into focus. A doctor.
‘You’ve had a seizure,’ he explained.
It was January 2020 and I’d been at my job as a carer when my face had drooped on one side and I was slurring my words.
Thankfully, my colleague had nagged me to call 111 and they’d told me to go to Medway Maritime Hospital.
Aged 30, this had never happened before.
I was terrified.
Days later, scans revealed I had a combination of two conditions, hemiplegic migraines and epilepsy.
Despite strong medication, my seizures continued, at least one a day, and I was constantly drowsy.
As a single mum, I felt