#convulsion

shortly after i got diagnosed , i was at my therapist's , and she noticed my eye twitching ( it's a tic of mine ) and asked if i was okay , because she'd heard pots can cause seizures and was worried. i've never heard of that before , though i just want to know if i'll possibly have to deal with that later , along with other symptoms ?

This is not seizurism (this is a question!)

Hi anon thank you for this question!

I want to start out by saying that I am NOT a medical professional.

I plan to also make a generalized post that covers conditions that can cause seizures.

POTS on its own typically does not call a seizure. It has been widely known to cause convulsive syncope. Although some may consider it to be a type of non epileptic seizure. It’s more of fainting though that presents with bodily convulsions and the cause of it is understood.

However, POTS is known to have comorbid conditions that can cause seizures.

If it felt like your usual normal tic, it probably was!

If you’re concerned that you may have or are experiencing seizures please reach out to a licensed medical professional!

For reference though I will include some signs and symptoms of seizures to watch out for:

CHARCOT: Let us press again on the hysterogenic point. (A male intern touches the patient in the ovarian region.) Here we go again. Occasionally subjects even bite their tongues, but this would be rare. Look at the arched back, which is so well described in textbooks. PATIENT: Mother, I am frightened. CHARCOT: Note the emotional outburst. If we let things go unabated we will soon return to the epileptoid behavior. . . . (The patient cries out again: "Oh! Mother.") CHARCOT: Again, note these screams. You could say it is a lot of noise over nothing.

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Bucky huffed in exasperation, his previous apprehension fading to be replaced by something a lot more irritated. “You didn’t tell me you’d let Loki in on this exercise.”

“He is not interfering with my side of the tests,” Shuri said over the earpiece. “Tell him to go away - he is your boyfriend.”

The voice is familiar, and the language even more so. 

Mallew’s memories of his living days had long since decayed, faded and frayed at the edges, morphing together, becoming less and less specific, more and more a wild, blinding array of associations, half-remembered faces, and long-felt hurt, betrayal...

But even so, somewhere in there he still heard and knew every word, spoken in a tongue so natural to him that it flowed out effortlessly, water spattering with each word, his tone almost whistful, yet drenched in every corner by a pervasive, easily-heard exhaustion:

“Está bien, mamá: ya voy.”

Turning on his heels, shoes now slopped in mud and dragging more with him as he strode, he turned his attention once more to the sky and-

Dropped to the ground, the wet splat of the collision and the near total loss of movement once he hit the earth an indication that something had gone quite horribly wrong. 

The only movement was a series of small, weak convulsions, and the only sound a series of low grunts, a sharp gasp following each. 

Quickly, one of his cats was by his side, a few curious Deadbeats wandering out onto the patio, Mallew struggling, thoughts both rational an irrational rattling around in his mind.

Maybe he really had caught a cold, or, perhaps...

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