About a week ago, my grandma's dog, Chip, died of Parvo. He was just over three months old and my grandma was devastated. She loved him so much. She slipped into a deep depression. She didn't even want to be in her house because he was there. She wouldn't go in her room for a while either. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to help, but I couldn't.
The doctor prescribed an antidepressant. That medication would have a reaction with another pain medication (she has a bad back) and the doctor didn't know. My grandma has epilepsy, and it didn't end well.
The doctor prescribed an antidepressant. That medication would have a reaction with another pain medication (she has a bad back) and the doctor didn't know. My grandma has epilepsy, and it didn't end well.
The reaction flared up her epilepsy. My grandma had three seizures yesterday in front of my little brother and sister. My baby sister, Isabella, was terrified. My grandma was holding her when it started and threw her. Blood was coming out of the sids of her mouth because she bit her tongue and lip so hard. About 10 minutes later, she had another. Again, same thing happened. She was so confused and didn't know who we were.
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