Unable to properly communicate, it is overwhelming to hear questions asked for I cannot answer. Tediously, I start on the path toward recovery.
Sitting upright on the hard wooden chair, I feel the hateful reach of my old acquaintance. While not a proper seizure by medical definition, this onslaught of symptoms mimics what most folks would take as one. An indescribable rush of ill feeling courses through my body the way a shot of whiskey would warm the soul. Muscle tone is lost, and unable to remain seated I slide down to the cold floor and prepare mentally for a barrage of physical pain and mental anguish. Muscles tighten against my will. Body contorts to the whim of chemicals racing through my bloodstream. Vision dims like the setting sun and hearing is muffled as if in a blustery snowstorm. Tears, not simply from pain, but also from a cascade of hormones, well up and trace their way down my tense face to drip off my reddened cheeks.
I will myself, I will myself, I will not let this be. Not again, no I will find strength and stop this in it’s tracks. Stronger than I, it laughs at my meager attempts. It sets the tone and strength of the assault. Tonight’s will be one for the record books. The dexter side of my prone, withering body loses it’s connection to my overstimulated grey matter. Unable to verbalize, a simple gesture is heavy with grand effort. What passes for minutes for most, feels an eternity as another wave of symptoms crest my befallen self. Knowing that I can out live it’s brutal onslaught I focus, no, I try, I fail to focus: the pain says stop, you will not erase me. Back arching off the shiny floor, arms twisted, the worst is the shear volume of pain, despair. A point in each episode arrives where symptoms alter their course, and now a feeling of slipping away over takes all else.
Pulse rate drops, respiration slows, and I feel my time has come. Unable to properly communicate, it is overwhelming to hear questions asked for I cannot answer. Tediously, I start on the path toward recovery. Short of breath I yawn uncontrollably for several minutes, and the cruel spasms cease, the hearing returns, and I find sight where I could not see. It will be several more tiresome minutes before I can stand, and the lingering effects of my episode will last the day. Carpe diem.
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