a new chapter in the "chronic babe" saga
At the risk of seeming narcissistic, I'm going to chronicle the latest of my medical adventures. While vacationing at Edisto Beach in SC, I had increasingly pronounced tremors and jerking, which are common in my life but usually to a lesser degree, and a terrible migraine. This was then followed by a new event: the grand mal seizure. One minute I'm picking up shells on the beach and the next I'm coming to, surrounded by strangers, and being told that I've just had a seizure. As I would learn later, as I walked on the beach, I suddenly stopped, stiffened up and fell over. Then, I began to convulse, eyes open but unconscious. The tide was coming in and my sister lifted my head out of the water and then an army medic and another man who was fishing at the beach moved me out of the surf and onto a drier section of beach. Things are a bit blurry but I know that I owe a great debt to the army medic, Arnold, who was able to test my reflexes and responses and keep me from injuring myself during the convulsions, and that I owe a great debt to my sister who, not only kept my head out of the rising water but called out for someone to dial 9-1-1. I was taken to the nearest hospital where I got a CAT scan and bloodwork done.
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