I'm not in control of my own body, my muscles all tense. I black out , and when I wake nothing makes sense.
Dazed and confused my mind is foggy, I feel sick to my stomach the drugs make me groggy.
My vision is blurred, My whole body shakes. I don't know how much more of this I can take.
My dog close by my side, he knows I'm not right. He lays on my chest, not letting me out of his sight.
His heartbeat calms me down, it brings me back. I start to snap out of it, and realize where I'm at.
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Author:
Beautiful Disaster (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I had another Seizure today, this poem reflects my post seizure experience. They are idiopathic, doctors not sure why I'm having them. Super scary, especially not knowing when they are going to happen. I have a therapy/service dog who is trained for my PTSD/anxiety and also helps me during and post seizures. He senses it before it happens!!! He's truly amazing.
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Thank you for sharing this write. I do hope that a cure can be found soon.
I have seen many types of help dogs and they are absolutely amazing.
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