Okay, so this happened over thirty years ago, but still...
I was hit by a car when we were in Germany. We had only been there for a few months. I was taken to a German hospital because they were the only ones qualified to work on me. I had a sub-dermal hematoma. A bruise on my brain. I had landed on my head. My left leg had been dislocated and rammed through my pelvis. I had a grand-mal seizure and stroked out during the seizure. I lost 35% of my brain due to the stroke. I was paralyzed on my left side. I had to learn how to do everything all over again. I was in the hospital for quite some time. They finally got my grand=mal seizures under control and I was released from the hospital. My left side was practically crushed.
I did however, keep having complex-partial seizures, the kind of seizures where it seems you are just staring off into space, but there is really much more to it than that.
I did not receive any counseling for my ptsd or having to live with my injuries. All kinds of emotional and physical problems followed me out of the hospital. Even though I was walking and talking again, I was not the same. My mom would take me to the hospital and ask them to find out what was going on with me, but they kept telling her that there was nothing wrong with me. There is a test called an E.E.G. that would show them complex partial seizures. But you have to stay up 24 hours before the test. I remember the doctor telling my dad that I didn' have to, because at such a young age (11} I thought it would be cool to do that. lol
I continued on the best I could. Now let me say that these kinds of seizures sometimes come with hallucinations, visual and audio.
Fast forward fifteen years. I am now an adult. I have been married and divorced twice already. My insurance from my ex husband is about to expire. I think I'm going crazy. So I check into a hospital. They did the EEG and had me stay awake 24 hours. They caught the seizures right away. They explained to me about my stroke and the seizures. I finally had my answers. All those years of misery, all those years of confusion, could have been avoided.
Please if you feel that you are not being treated as you think you should, or your problem persist, see another doctor.
If you think this could only happen so long ago, you are wrong. In 2005 my father was under VA care. There was a giant, about six inches in diamiter, lump on his back. I had to point it out to the doctors. It was cancer. He died in June of that year. The doctor had him undress and was examining him when I had to point it out.