Worst times you've had a seizure.

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I'm in a lot of plays. I had a huge role in the last play we did, and when I was going to go have a back-and-forth argument with another character, I had a seizure. I couldn't say my lines, so I just looked with wide eyes and stammered in fright, trying to get something out. The other person tried her best to help me out, but it was bad. There were even a few chuckles in the audience. I was finally able to say my lines when the seizure passed. It was probably only about a minute, but it felt like an eternity. After the play, I was crying my eyes out.

So what was the worst or most inconvenient time any of you guys had a seizure?
 
Had a grand mal at work in October. I work at my campus' Recreation Center. It's a pretty involved job. (The seizure was partial onset so it wasn't just like BAM! GRAND MAL! But still, it was pretty embarrassing.) I woke up in an ambulance.
 
several times during a year long court case that involved money
 
Funeral,just before it started,total silence in the church.Until i pulled a tonic out off the hat.
 
In the shower (read my story)
 
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I actually remember two. The first one I remember, was when I was either 10 or 11yrs.-old. I was living in Vermont with my mother n' younger brother. The house we lived in, was a tri-plex with one downstairs unit, and two upstairs units. We lived in the downstairs unit which ran the length of the house. There was a Franklin stove situated in one corner of the living room, on a brick base.

One day I had a tonic-clonic seizure in the living room, that my younger brother saw. It scared him to death, resulting in him screaming for my mother.

The second one, was when I was married. I was in bed, when I started to have a tonic-clonic seizure, in front of my (ex)wife. My (ex)wife knew about the possibility of my having a seizure, but when I did, she just stared at me, as if she was reading a Harlequin romance novel. She didn't do anything to potentially keep me from falling off, our platform waterbed.
 
When I was 8, I woke up the day of my First Holy Communion with a partial complex seizure. Over 50 people were coming to the church to see me get my Communion and I was crying during it cause I felt like I was letting everyone down. My great-aunt was there when it happened and was trying to calm me down.

The priest ended up coming to my house to have me receive Communion. I was mortified.
 
I had a TC in the middle (literally) of a research lab, falling on the floor and getting a 24 stitch cut in my face. Meanwhile my boss was out of town and the only people there were me, my coworker, and three international visiting scientists. None of whom knew I had epilepsy.

I heard about that one for a while.
 
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