After the movie Diann was taking me home, this is where the split "personality" of the day came through. I remember driving (actually Diann driving) and we were talking about our thoughts of the movie. I remember talking about the remaining books becoming movies and how more then anything I want her to finish Midnight Sun. I remember pulling up to a stop light.....the next thing I remember was looking around, confused. We were parked on the side of the road,I could hear Diann crying outside of the car, I couldn't see her, I couldn't move, I could see a sign on the side of the road and I was trying to figure out where exactly we were. Then I could see an ambulance with the lights and sirens coming straight for me. I don't remember the paramedics walking towards me, I just remember them talking to me, asking me questions I couldn't answer. I didn't know where I was, where we had been, I couldn't even tell them how old I was. It was terrifying. I don't even think I answered any of there questions. I don't remember them putting the IV in my arm. I don't remember if I walked to the ambulance or if they put me on a stretcher and pushed me. I could hear Diann in the front of the ambulance talking to the driver, I could hear the three paramedics who were in the back talking, but nothing was seeming to register to me. When all the sudden I remembered how old I was. I'm sure that was a question they asked several minutes before, but I finally remembered and that was something. Then we pulled into the ER.
Apparently, I had a seizure. Diann said we were talking, and then I started convulsing. She rolled down the window and asked the lady in the car next to us to call 911. I've never had a seizure before, and like I said I don't remember a second of it. The papers from the hospital and the fire department called it a Tonic Colonic Seizure, which is what used to be termed as a Grand Mal Seizure, lasting over 3 minutes.
Several posts ago I talked about how lucky I am to have a family that is so supportive and loving, and I this was just another reminder of that. It was Thanksgiving night, after 10 pm and I don't think I could have kept my family away. Of course Diann was there, Ronnie came, my Mom and Jess, JD and Kenna and Bob came. Ronnie had Ethan and Sophia with him, but Jess took them to his house to put them to bed, and to keep them from seeing me in the condition I was in.
Since then I've had several tests and we're still trying to figure out what is next, and where I go from here. I've been off work, on disability of sorts, needing someone to watch me most of the time. I can't drive and I've had to depend on others way more then I am used to.
I've always been the person that would offer help to anyone, I would actually be offended if someone needing help wouldn't ask me, but now that I'm on the receiving end, it's much harder. I like to be independent and helpful, and that's not how I feel these days.
I do have to thank all the people that have been helping me lately. My Aunt Denise has been my constant babysitter and chauffer, taking me to appointments and just wherever she goes, just to get me out of the house. My mom and Jess who have helped with the kids even more then usual, and our neighbors, especially Rochelle, who has drove Ethan to school almost every morning, even though her daughter is off track and she should be sleeping in (I would be). Again I'm reminded of how lucky I am.
