[ElPrado]

My version doesn't even have a name. My brain was scarred after forceps were used during my birth. I had grand mal until I was 2. My parents were told "I'd grow out of it" by 3. US military Drs. They had no clue. I had petit mal till I reached puberty. Then, after menopause, they came back gangbusters. First seizure was status epilepticus (total shutdown putting me on life support for 5 days). I woke up from that as the neurologists were discussing pulling the plugs on me with my mother. First thing I remember from that hospital stay was laying in intensive care as a nurse was doing vitals. She went and notified 4 departments that I was awake. 5 minutes later all 4 departments came to the cubicle I was in, from 4 directions. It looked like the battle of Little Bighorn.
Arms, legs, hands, notebooks, folders, and white jackets were all you could see.
Then some 4'8" chick ducks past all the commotion and says "hi, I'm Dr something or other..." and some hand comes out of the scrimmage pile and drags her back into it. The nurse station was right in front of me. About 8 nurses were standing there staring.
About that time I passed out again.