I've gotta say that this hasn't been a good week.

Sometime in the middle of the afternoon, I opened my eyes because I was trying to figure out why the bed was moving. Then I realized I felt like I'd been hit by a bus. Then I realized I was in an ambulance.

Oh, S*** - I must have crashed the car! I hope I'm up to date on my insurance! I looked around and made out the fuzzy form of a paramedic sitting nearby. Couldn't find my eyeglasses. No ideas.

"Hey there. You know where you are? You remember what happened?...."

Oh, Lord, I hope I didn't kill somebody!

"You had another siezure" he provided, since I didn't seem to be able to talk.

Oh, Thank God, that's all. Wait a minute, what does he mean another one? When did I have the first one? I wonder where my glasses are? I wonder what's in that IV? I wonder why I can't seem to form any words? I wonder I understood him right? Maybe I had a stroke. Nah, I always think I've had a stroke and I haven't so far. I wonder what day it is today? I hope nobody asks me before I figure it out.

Presently, he began talking into other non-discernable fuzzy thing ( I HATE not having my glasses!) and I was able to figure out that I was being taken to Northwest Hospital because I'd had a grand mal seizure. Also, my head felt like somebody stuck a meat cleaver in it, but I figured that was probably a secondary problem, since the last thing that I remembered - still remember - is calmly sitting at my bosses desk eating potato chips and talking with the uber boss about getting a couple of cushy chairs for potential clients in the sales office.

The paramedic thought that I was taking the neurontin for a siezure disorder and had had a "breakthrough siezure." That meant that somebody had to have found a bottle of my medication. I had an old one in the desk. Which meant I wasn't in the office by myself. Thank God.

Anyway, I was assured by the very professional nursing staff at Northwest Hospital that it was normal to be that "out of it" after this kind of problem. In fact, the whole thing looked like the case of someone who has some kind of siezure disorder. Finally, I was able to explain about the demylinating disorder ("oh, that's basically MS" - this from the doctor. Good thing I was already onto that particular brand of doublespeak or I'd have probably had a stroke. 'Course, they could have diagnosed that - one presumes)

As I was laying there waiting for The Hub to get back from my job with my glasses and waiting for somebody to come take me to have a CAT scan (which always makes me feel as if I'm being put into a dryer) I thought back about taking my medication. I realized that I've been very casual about it. That is to say that if I think I've forgotten to take a dose I don't take it. I certainly don't take it at the same time of day every day. I'm sure I've forgotten any number of doses over the past month.

Ooops.

Great. My cavelier attitude may very well wind up costing me my drivers liesence.

The next step is for me to call Dr. Doglover tomorrow. I already called the Uber-boss back to thank her for her help (poor woman never did make it into the corporate office today) and my folks to assure them that I was okay. Than my brother called to make sure I really was okay.

I guess he figured that my sense of humor was still intact, which it is, but I think must still be a little slow on the uptake.

"Hey, I dare you to title your blog 'carpe diem' he challenged me.

"Why?" I asked, bewildered.

"You know, 'seize the day'?"

Lov ya Brother G!