Well, it’s been a curious week. Wednesday, I worked on my roof about two stories off of the ground.
Last night, I dreamed about wrestling tyrannosaurs.
And this morning, I woke up in an ambulance.
The ambulance man said, “You’re in an ambulance heading for a hospital.”
“Why?”, I asked.
“You fell in your bedroom, hit your head, and had a seizure. Your wife found you and called us.”
As you may have figured by now, I was not entirely compos mentis … he picked up on that as well.
“What day is it?”, he asked me.
“Dude, I’m retired. I rarely have a clue what day it is.”
“OK,” he said, “what month is it?”
I was in luck. Recently it was my kinda sorta wedding anniversary on November 22nd. So I said “November”, and got that one right.
Finally, he asked me my name, and when I got that 100%, he figured I was OK. And I was. Well, I still couldn’t remember occasional words, but other than that I was good.
So I got to the ER, and they did the usual poking and prodding. And at the end of the day, well actually the middle of the day, sleepy, tired, and not too worse for wear, the ER cut me loose. This is me, jaded, faded, seized, drugged, and weary, but not too worse from wear …
The downside of all of this fun is that I cannot drive until I’m six months seizure-free. This was the only time I ever seized, so I have good odds. The neurologist is booked until December, once we get there we’ll know more. Right now, what I’ve told you is everything I know. As to “What’s Shaking?” in the title … that was me.
Big props to my Gorgeous Ex-Fiancée, who is also a Family Nurse Practitioner (between a nurse and a doctor), and who made all the right moves in the time of need.
Let me close by saying that I absolutely do NOT want condolences or sympathy. If the seizure had happened twelve earlier I’d be dead off of the roof. I have said more than once that I am among the luckiest people on the planet, and this doesn’t change that at all. All it does is to push me to live harder, deeper, and stronger in the little time that we all have left here on this awesome planet.
And what I do want is for folks to take this in the same way—as a reminder that no matter how much we might like to ignore it, our hours here are far, far too short.
So all that I can wish is that every one of you has the same luck that I have been fortunate to have in my life, and that each of you takes all of the joy available in this life for yourself, your friends, and your family.
One of my stranger weeks …
My best to everyone,