Chris and Shon practically live with me. I've been trying for a couple years to get them to move in for good. We went to Lowe's today, picked up supplies to fix my mom's windows. Chris had a couple dizzy spells while we were out: One at Lowe's, one at Logan's. He blew them off and said he was fine. It happens sometimes right before he gets one of his bad headaches.
Few hours after we get home, he has another one and his head starts hurting. He took his meds and laid down for a while, to try and sleep it off. When he woke up he walked in the kitchen where Shon and I were sitting. He couldn't walk a fucking straight path and his speech was off. You don't fuck with shit like, right? Shon told him we were taking him to the ER. We were trying to get him in his coat when he fell. Swear to fuck he had a seizure on my kitchen floor. I've never seen that happen to him, even when his headaches are at their worst. It scared the shit out of Shon and me and I called 911. He stopped seizing after a minute, it took him a few more to respond. The ambulance pulled up 10 minutes after I called them, felt like the longest fucking 10 minutes of my life.
The doctor took a look at him and then rolled him back to do an EEG. I walked out to smoke and I'm typing this damn thing on my phone because, fuck me if I'm not nervous. Fucking scared, I've never seen him do what happened in the kitchen. The nurse said it wouldn't take long, so I guess now we wait.
Update: EEG came out normal, blood tests are fine. They don't know what caused it but think it's related to meds or stress or both. They wanted to keep him overnight but his stubborn ass refuses to say. He said fuck that, he's going home. Good sign that he's all right, thank the fuck. Now we're waiting for the paperwork to release him, then we're out of here.
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