A little bit of light relief whilst you are here.
True story.
That “too much custard” moment.
Forgive my sense of humour and I hope that this does not offend anyone. This is not my intent.
At the start of my journey, I was admitted to hospital. A few days into my stay, no-one knew what was causing me to have seizures. Every now and then, junior doctors would come and have a look at me, especially when I was having a seizure. There was much interest and an ever-greater feeling of perplexity as they walked away not knowing what to do. Even during the night.
One lunchtime I was just finishing my apple crumble and custard and I felt a seizure sequence beginning and I pressed the nurse call button.
At that time, my physical seizures were very physical and required me to be contained by at least two people, lest I left the bed and ended up on the floor. Guard rails are not that high on hospital beds.
I experienced the seizure sequence.
Afterwards when my senses returned, I was thinking about things, and I said to the nurses playfully: ‘too much custard’ and smiled.
This confirmed to all that I had lost the plot.
In the absence of any diagnosis, the nurses continued to kindly push me around the ward in a wheelchair and from time to time, to the outside world for some fresh air. Afraid to let me walk in case something untoward would happen.
Custard is clearly a dangerous foodstuff lurking with dark intent.
Once I had been a good boy and had been captured on video and EEG having a seizure sequence, my friendly neurologist came to see me to discuss his thoughts.
He said drily to me ‘so, too much custard I hear’. We both smiled at each ruefully, as if to say, ‘shall we call this condition, too much custard then ?’
In the absence of any understanding, the word on the ward and amongst the medical staff had become ‘it’s all about custard, you know, I saw it with my own two eyes.’
We both knew considerably more than that.
In the weeks following, the very same neurologist invited me to give a short talk to some of the aspiring junior doctors and future neurologists as to what ‘a functional seizure is’ from the patient’s perspective, and what were my individual experiences.
They had a 90-minute introduction on the topic. I left with them a key message
a) there is more to custard than meets the eye, and it comes in many flavours.
I offered them the analogy of ants to read and further expanded upon a potential root cause of my seizure’s. Several months of severe ear infections and mastoiditis.
To move the conversation forward in a light-hearted way, I suggested that the effect of eating custard had not left me with a lifelong psychological trauma which would lead to future seizures. Nor had I previously experienced a psychological custard trauma which would manifest itself as being of a fraudulent Freudian construct.
In the custard moment, what this simply showed was that there was a direct biomarker and biological process leading to a custard seizure.
This is the release of neurotransmitters from the digestive tract to the brain casing an overflow, a perturbance to the equilibrium, timing, and latency (sticky custard effect) within the neural network at many levels.
In my case leading to a physical seizure and then an absence seizure.
Me thinks they will remember the talk on custard.
This being a metaphor for the work of neurotransmitters upon a given part of the brain which has been pre-disposed to be hypersensitive to ‘what it considers to be a threat’ and which had previously resulted in a neural network disturbance.
Multiple infections.
Remember being alive is a perpetual reaction between symbiotic proteins and authoritarian proteins.
This can contribute to a previously primed neural network entering the seizure process where the neural network timing, sequencing, and messaging moves from its normal state of equilibrium to the quantum state where conscious and subconscious try to and do coexist.
The seizure is a symptom and has become the default learnt response or course of action to take.
As an aside, I have a sweet tooth.
In the same way that apple crumble and custard metabolise to serotonin, chocolate metabolises to dopamine.
From custard to chocolate, the latter which I have used to interrupt both physical seizures and absences seizures once they are in both the pre-ictal and ictal phase.
I prefer milk chocolate.
I know of others who eat darker chocolate, after all it is a matter of taste.
If nothing else a reason to treat yourself and your brain to some chocolate.
So, if you are at home eating some apple crumble or in a coffee house having a yummy cake made with milk your probability of an absence seizure may rise as the neurotransmitters from the gut cross the blood brain barrier and join the party. Takes a few minutes. Not long.
In time though, the very same mechanism which resulted in the absence, will correct itself and normality, whatever that means, returns.
The ants do find their line again.
If you look at my ‘cat profile’, you see the times of the day I generally eat stuff which rapidly metabolises.
This also gives an insight into why low dosage SSRI medication is often given without a real explanation.
(C) David Spencer 2022.