Stupid Hurts

I was trying to explain the short term memory loss that accompanies seizures for someone and I couldn’t really put it into words for them effectively. Then last night I ended up with the perfect example.

I was out eat eating with friends and I stepped out for some air after I started to feel funny. After I stepped back into the restaurant and started back into my plate several Emt’s walked up to my table carrying turnout bags and asked if I was ok. I kinda looked up at them, and then look over to the people I was eating with, and asked “how long was I gone for?” Looking out the window I had to have been out for at least 5-6 minutes because there was a firetruck and an ambulance on the street. I didn’t remember passing out, but touching my cheek it was a little sore from hitting the ground.

I only recalled going outside, and coming back in. So having to explain the situation to Emt’s and convince them I was in my right mind was a bit of a challenge. I showed them my medic-alert bracelet which essentially says, “If I am not dead or bleeding I don’t need a ambulance,” and ad-libbed it from there

Early Thursday someone asked me, “are you going to Elizabeth’s party Friday?”
“Who?”
“Elizabeth?”
“Who?”
“Besti….The mad Russian!”

Turns out I was, so were half of the other bicyclist I know and people who do volunteer work in east Atlanta went as well. One of the more interesting things of the night was the fact they had liberated a huge billboard from somewhere and turned it into a massive slip and slide using water and baby oil.
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I played it fairly calmly since I was still recovering from several seizures earlier in the the night, but still managed to have an all around good time. I also had to barter for a ride home in very broken German.

I think it officially became a party when I heard Jeremy utter the phrase, “Where are my pants?”
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The next day while doing volunteer work at Sopo, I had just taken a moment to eat lunch when a guy ran his motorcycle into the side of the building while attempting to exit the parking lot. I ran over to make sure he is ok, then checked to make sure he didn’t have a concussion, and what happened? I had a seizure. Pretty much like clock work. I checked the guy out before walking to the bathroom room and passing out. 6 seizures in 3 days while on my medicine, a new personal record, but it has left me a bit tired and in pain. But on a side note, I am getting a new Medic-Alert bracelet for my birthday