The seizure that almost put me in the psych ward
“Good morning, can you tell us your name?” asked an unfamiliar voice as a flashlight waved back and forth in front of my eyes. I looked around the room confused, completely unaware of where I was or how I got there. I stared blankly ahead, figuring this was just a snippet from a bad dream I would surely awaken from momentarily. Check cialis side effect
My memory of this past winter is foggy at best. What culminated in February’s three week stay on the neurology floor of the UC Medical Center started last fall when those around me began noticing a slow descent in my responsiveness. I would stare at the person talking to me, trying to make sense of what they were saying. After a brief hospital stay in mid-December where I was deemed perfectly healthy, I returned home only for symptoms to become even more pronounced. My confusion, trouble swallowing, and delayed responses unsettled many. Some feared I was at death’s door as my slow but steady decline became more and more evident. The shift was a gradual deterioration that I had trouble noticing. My wife wondered what was wrong, but I continued to insist I was fine; merely tired after several years of not sleeping well at night.
Push came to shove at the end of January when Stephanie found me having a seizure in the middle of an afternoon nap. She ran towards me, flipped me on my side so my foaming mouth could empty onto the bed, and called 911. Moments later paramedics loaded me unconscious into the ambulance as I was rushed to the hospital.
My brain waves were scanned and a feeding tube was inserted through my nose while dozens of tests were run to figure out what had transpired. Epilepsy? Sleep apnea? Blood infection? Undiagnosed brain injury from the original car accident? Was I secretly doing hard drugs? Over the ensuing weeks, test after test kept coming back negative, leaving the experts scratching their heads.
Meanwhile, hallucinations began to occur. I was hearing voices and constantly obsessing over numbers and letter patterns on the ceiling.
Confusion was magnified and my speech was slurred. PTSD symptoms emerged as I began to think it was 2009 and I was back in the hospital after my car accident. My demeanor would swing back and forth from catatonic to angry and belligerent, screaming at doctors and family members to leave me alone.
Paranoia ensued. On multiple occasions I looked at Stephanie skeptically, thinking she might be an imposter pretending to be my wife. Other times, when she would try to leave the hospital room I would ask incessantly when she was returning; certain that my wife was leaving me forever. One moment I was convinced I had died and was in heaven and the next I was in fear of being under investigation for playing a role in planning the terrorist attacks of 9/11.
At times I described the experience as “being in a videogame,” or like I was riding a roller coaster. It was as if I was removed from time and I wondered aloud if I was in the Matrix.
Then even stranger things began to happen.
Eyes rolling back in my head. Appearing to want to eat or speak but being physically unable to do so. An afternoon of seizure-like activity lasting for hours that one nurse described as “something from The Exorcist” while the EEG hooked up to my head showed perfectly normal brainwaves without a trace of seizure activity.
I would stare blankly at the ceiling, unresponsive as if in a trance for hours on end. When I did speak my words would war with each other; sometimes expressing feelings of self-loathing and remorse and at other times blurting out various biblical verses that would specifically combat the negative things spoken.
I spent full days unable to speak or eat, only to quickly snap out of it each evening and carry on a normal conversation as if nothing had happened, asking Stephanie what we were doing in the hospital and when we could go home.
Though every test showed nothing out of the ordinary, doctors remained perplexed and were understandably reluctant to send me home without being able to consistently eat or communicate. It was at this point that the psychiatric team was brought in and there was talk amongst the doctors of moving me to the psych ward.
Meanwhile, as nothing could be found from a physical standpoint, Stephanie and a few others continued to intercede on my behalf. Someone was stationed by my bed 24 hours a day to pray and read Scripture over me. Biblical truth was constantly spoken over me, regardless of whether I was conscious enough to respond. Worship music played on repeat in my hospital room.
At the end of three weeks, doctors decided to give me one last chance to pass a swallowing test before planning to send me home with a permanent feeding tube in my stomach. Their expectations for me passing the test were low at best.
Stephanie stayed by my side while they took X-rays of my throat. As she prayed fervently over me, I was suddenly able to respond and swallow effortlessly. The rest of the test was a breeze. After a good nights’ sleep and 21 days in the hospital, a very baffled physician discharged me, and I enjoyed my favorite jalapeno pepperoni pizza upon returning home that evening.
Since returning home at the end of February, I’ve slept better than I have in years. The sleep apnea I’ve been experiencing for the past three years is completely gone. Every person I’ve interacted with over the past two months has been astonished by how much more energetic, interactive, and animated I’ve been. Some have mentioned that even my face looks different. The strange happenings in the months leading up to the seizure and the weeks in the hospital have not returned. After countless tests and being seen by numerous professionals, I’ve yet to hear any specific diagnosis or explanation.
So what happened exactly?
Did the drugs the doctors had me on in the hospital play a role? I’m sure they did.
Did the lack of sleep and ensuing ICU delirium come into play? Absolutely.
Was there something more going on the spiritual realm? I’m sure of it.
It’s a taboo subject. Talking demons, angels, or the supernatural in our science and reason-based culture will cause people to look at you with a questionable glance. However, the Bible emphasizes that our battle is not against flesh and blood, but against a spiritual enemy who is described as a roaring lion roaming around looking for someone to devour. It’s abundantly clear that Satan hates us and wants us dead.
What does this look like practically? It’s the series of lies that echoes in my mind in the middle of the night, telling me that I don’t have what it takes to succeed, that this trial is too big for me, that my best is behind me, and that it would be easiest to just give up. If the enemy can use his subtle lies to get me to genuinely believe my life has no purpose, the ramifications will not be just confined to my mind for long. Over time, they begin to manifest in my physical body as I entertain these thoughts and they start to feel more legitimate.
On the heels of a very difficult few years in terms of chronic pain, worsening spasticity, and various physical and emotional setbacks, I believe what I experienced in the hospital was an exposure of God’s enemy when my body and mind were in the weakest and most compromised position they have ever been.
Thankfully, Jesus conquered Satan, death, and sin when he busted out of the grave with the keys to hell in hand. God also promises that He is faithful to strengthen and protect us from the evil one.
So what is my role in all this?
I will fight, relying fully on the heavy artillery that the Bible speaks of:
“For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does. The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world…”
I have often wondered what phrases like this meant. Invisible spiritual battle? What are weapons “not of the world?” How do I “fight” in an alternative manner? After my encounter in the hospital, I now have a better grasp on the guidance of how to “wage war:”
“… Rather, they have divine power to demolish strongholds. We demolish every argument that sets itself up against the knowledge of God, and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.” (2 Corinthians 10:3-5)
This is not a passive mindset. It’s not intellectual head knowledge. This is a daily battle to guard my thoughts and call to mind God’s truth. The relentless prayer, reminders of biblical truth, worship, and words spoken over me in the hospital were a perfect picture of what this looks like, even when I was unable to engage. It was also a reminder to lean into those around me and leave behind the facade of putting on a brave face and quietly suffering alone.
So now when those thoughts start to creep in I need to proactively refuse to entertain them. When I start to doubt that I have purpose or I am capable, I need to recognize where the whispers are coming from and snuff them out immediately. I may not fully understand everything that transpired but the physical and spiritual battles of this winter have resulted in an all-around healthier version of myself, and I look forward to what is ahead with a renewed sense of purpose.
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What an incredible and transparent glimpse into your journey Ryan. Thank you for sharing a wonderful portrait of God’s goodness, love, and power. I’m inspired by not only your discipline but also of those who surround you with such genuine love.
Ryan!
Hi this is Christina , Josh Willmann’s sister 🙂
I really enjoyed reading this. Thank you for being vulnerable in sharing your hardships. I became a neuro Physical Therapist in 2015 and I think I easily forget about the spiritual realm while I’m at work and your story is a good reminder. Am I praying for my patients or just using science to “treat” them? Am I conscious of how God could use me or am I just trying to get my sessions over with so I can go home? I’m going to continue to pray about how to bring the Spirit into my work more.
Anyways, happy to hear you recovered and that God is using you in profound ways.
Happy spring!
Christina
Dear Ryan and Stephanie,
I am grateful to read this and experience your Godly witness. I had no idea that things were so difficult this winter. You are in my prayers for continued protection against the enemy!
Blessings,
Anne
I started reading this with some trepidation and fear. By the ending of the story, I was praising God. Thank you for your willingness to share your story with us and how God moves. You are right. Your face looks much more peaceful and calm. I can see joy in your eyes in the pictures. God bless you Ryan and Stephanie
Powerful message for anyone and everyone to hear, as the world bombards this generation with an onslaught of attacks, overt and subtle, from every possible angle of media. Praising our Father God with you, and praying for continued perseverance and break-through in His Son!!
Thank you for sharing your battle and the victory. I’m sure your message opened many eyes to the power of God over the enemy of this world. Your message was a powerful testimony of the strength of God’s Word and how we should never underestimate what He can do. I am so thankful you have Stephanie, your family, your friends, and many of your CHCA teachers and classmates as support. I was blessed to have you as my student and to see how our Lord is using you to minister to others. God bless you!
Ryan,
Jesus not only conquered Satan when he busted out of the grave, but He lives to conquer Satan, sometimes in dramatic ways, in our lives today. The lies that we believe about ourselves can be so strong that nothing less than the strength of Jesus will overcome them. I have experienced that firsthand. Thank you for being transparent about the difficulty of your journey and the bold way that God has been at work in your life.
in peace and grace,
Karen Simpson
Glad you’re back on the up and up. After my injury, I experienced much of the same things you described and also believe it was Satan trying to tell me to give up and accept that God had forsaken me. I also believe the Holy Spirit gave me the strength to continue, although knowing I had a daunting journey ahead of me. God works in mysterious and wonderful ways.
Wow! I’ve never read a more meaningful communique in my life!
Praise God for your spiritual strength, your transparency, and your willingness to share!
I will be praying God’s very, very, best for you and Stephanie!!
In Christ’s service,
Your brother,
Gary Sallquist
Ryan and Stephanie,
What a powerful testimony! The power of God in you and thru the words of your testimony is a mighty weapon. Thank you for sharing it!
Not a day goes by without thinking of you and your amazing family. As a nurse you have given me strength, knowledge and resources to help those I serve. I also use prayer often to calm and bring together families that have been broken by stress from health issues. Thank you
Ryan, Your testimony is so powerful and a reminder to me to keep believing. Sometimes our disappointments are such a battle but your being willing to share is an encouragement to continue on the journey of Life. Thank you for sharing and thanks for the reminder that Prayer Changes Things. Blessings to you and Stephanie. The picture is a wonderful testimony of Praise.
Wandalee Balzano
God bless you Ryan! So honored to be on this journey with you! You are more than an overcomer!
Ryan, you are such an incredible inspiration! I have no doubt that God has chosen you to be His faithful witness to us all. Your testimony of this Jesus vs. evil medical saga, along with the resolve of your devoted wife, Stephanie, and the other loved ones surrounding you, all mounting a strong spiritual front to combat and resist evil forces, is most truly an epic account of the power of God’s promise to His followers! Thank you for sharing your journey with us. I am beyond proud of you and Stephanie, my beloved former CHCA students! God is using you two to encourage others to believe and trust in Him and His almighty power! May God continue to bless you as you are a blessing to all you touch throughout your journey! ✝️
God bless you & your wife Ryan! Continued prayers from Team Pado. Thank you for sharing your journey with us.
Chad & Kristen (Elizabeth’s aunt & uncle)
Good Morning Ryan, as always, thank you for sharing. Lifting you and Stephanie up in Prayer! Love and hugs, Aunt Linda
Ryan,
Your story along with your daily battles and spiritual strength are an inspiration for me in my daily life. Thanks for sharing. God Bless.
Jeff Bastian (Jay’s dad)
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