I arrived at my ex's yesterday morning around 11:00 (AM-OK, I got a late start!), and he was sitting at the computer playing his Mahjong which he can play for hours. But, not this morning...By the time I unloaded my things on the table, grabbed a chocolate pudding from the fridge, and joined him in the computer room, I could tell he was going. He had his head in his hands, and said he felt dizzy. Before I could really say anything, his head jerked a couple times. I knew what was coming, but I asked anyway, "Joe, do you want me to call 911?" Of course, he said NO!" He pushed back in the chair, and I now could see his eyes widening, the jerking more pronounced. I grabbed the phone in front of him, and dialed 911, and told him to stay in the chair. Of course, he didn't, and he got too close to the stairway, and I'm trying to talk to the dispatcher and shouting at Joe at the same time. But, at least, they recognized the urgency. Then another BUT-all their ambulances were out so they had to call one from the next town over (where I live). I thought, "OH GREAT!"
Then the dispatcher put me on hold (another "OH GREAT!"), came back on and said she was sending a truck (fire) over. In the meantime, I was able to get Joe into his bedroom and on his bed. I continued talking to the dispatcher, and then ran down the stairs to leave the door open. I ran back up, quick check on Joe, then went into the living room to see if help had arrived. It didn't so I went back in the bedroom, and Joe was on the floor having a full-blown seizure. I'm still on the phone, and I'm yelling at this point, "You've got to hurry-he's bad right now-HURRY!" Plus I'm trying to talk to Joe-I put a pillow under his head (lucky the room is wall-to-wall), and FINALLY, 4 strapping firemen show up. They immediately went to work, and what compounded things is the one directly working on Joe is asking me stuff, and I'm hearing impaired (I/you need to look at me/you), so they started this "assembly line" of questions.
It did take awhile for them to stabilize Joe-oxygen and an IV, and a couple more seizures (these I could hear-he may have been fighting the rescue guys off too). The ambulance finally arrived (it's about a 12-minute drive-it seemed much longer). Still, they had to wait 'til he stopped seizuring (ik-not a word), so they could put him on the plastic thingy. By 11:30 he was safely in the ambulance, and I was kinda numb. I've seen this guy have 50, maybe 100 seizures (we lived together for 4 years & we have a daughter), but it's something you don't quite get used to. He's still at the hospital, even though the emergency room released him only to have him seizure again once he got outside. This hospital has a habit of doing that for years!
And, I'm still trying to wind down...