This could have possibly been the second worst weekend of my life.
I drove up to Ft. Collins to hang out with Yeargs on Friday afternoon. On Saturday morning at 6:00 am, I had my first seizure...
It was a grand mal seizure - everything people picture: foaming at the mouth, very intense, etc.
Thank God Sar knew what to do... the first thing I remember is four paramedics in the room.
|Sar's (very) cute place.|
|The only good thing about this whole process. Paramedic McDreamy.|
I made them laugh all the way from Ft. Collins to Englewood. Success.
Oh, and I feel like I have been working out for 18 days straight. You pretty much contract every muscle in your body when you have one of these seizures. They made me stay over night and wanted to monitor me.