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A few days ago I had 2 pretty bad seizures right in a row. I blacked out, was drooling, speaking in tongues and I who knows what else. They weren't grand mals but I think I was doing almost everything but shake during these ones.
My husband and I moved in together about 8 years ago, boyfriend/girlfriend then, and it's been probably been at around 6 years since my parents have seen ones like that. My husband has seen so many however that he's lost count.
We live next door to my parents and my mom ran over while I was having the first and started banging on the door to let my husband know. My husband ran back over to their place. He said my dad was sitting beside me staring at his watch timing the seizure and kept asking me questions - What's my name, who is he, who is my mom, where am I etc.... None of these I could answer.
When I went into the second one they insisted on calling 911 because of everything that was going on. I don't know if I've changed what I do during a seizure since they've seen me have a bad one last but my husband told them to wait because all the things I was doing I usually do when the seizure is a bad one and it was normal.
I came out of it in the ambulance shortly after they it got there. The EMT was asking me how I was feeling and if I thought I needed to go to the ER. I told him I didn't know because I didn't see the seizure happen so he should ask my parents and husband to see what they thought, but I didn't think I did. The EMT started asking me questions to fill out his paper work - my name, birth date, social security numb and other things.
"I think you're ok because I can't answer all that about myself," the EMT told me laughing.
When my husband brought me back home I saw that I had a different shirt on. He told me that my mom wanted him to get a new shirt for me because there was drool all over the other one. Don't know why? I don't think there's a dress code ER if I would have ended up going to it. I told him I was just really glad that he got one that fit!
My husband and I moved in together about 8 years ago, boyfriend/girlfriend then, and it's been probably been at around 6 years since my parents have seen ones like that. My husband has seen so many however that he's lost count.
We live next door to my parents and my mom ran over while I was having the first and started banging on the door to let my husband know. My husband ran back over to their place. He said my dad was sitting beside me staring at his watch timing the seizure and kept asking me questions - What's my name, who is he, who is my mom, where am I etc.... None of these I could answer.
When I went into the second one they insisted on calling 911 because of everything that was going on. I don't know if I've changed what I do during a seizure since they've seen me have a bad one last but my husband told them to wait because all the things I was doing I usually do when the seizure is a bad one and it was normal.
I came out of it in the ambulance shortly after they it got there. The EMT was asking me how I was feeling and if I thought I needed to go to the ER. I told him I didn't know because I didn't see the seizure happen so he should ask my parents and husband to see what they thought, but I didn't think I did. The EMT started asking me questions to fill out his paper work - my name, birth date, social security numb and other things.
"I think you're ok because I can't answer all that about myself," the EMT told me laughing.
When my husband brought me back home I saw that I had a different shirt on. He told me that my mom wanted him to get a new shirt for me because there was drool all over the other one. Don't know why? I don't think there's a dress code ER if I would have ended up going to it. I told him I was just really glad that he got one that fit!