Blah, blah, blah I turned 1...2...3...4...5...6 and then oh shit 7. Here I am about 4 years old, trust me, you don't have to tell me what a doll I was. However, without watching a VHS (kids it's those rectangular things that play a video) I have no memory of my life before I was 7. From what I've seen though I was such a sweet, happy, little munchkin.
It was the summer of 1993 and I had been doing all my sports stuff. I was playing softball, running track, and playing soccer. On this day, I was pretty exhausted and dehydrated. My last memory was that I was drinking some water and asked for some more. The rest is what my mom experienced.
My mom remembers me choking (I don't remember eating anything). She thought that I was just choking, not that I was having a seizure. I was turning blue so it made sense. My mom picked me up and ran outside, yelling for help. A few of our neighbors ran over to help my mom. They gave me CPR and called 911. The ambulance got there and loaded me up.
I remember none of those things. Coming out of a grand mal seizure you are conscious but you don't remember you're actions, thoughts, or words for a few more minutes. The moment I was actually seeing things was when I was in the ambulance. I started to panic. My mom got in the ambulance with me and my Grandpa (paternal) followed the ambulance to the hospital.I remember being in this big cold room in the hospital bed seeing my Grandpa and my Nana (nah~nah not naa~naa remember, I'm Italian). For whatever reason they're who I remember seeing; my parents were there of course, but their faces don't come to mind going back to that day. Things were about to change forever after that day.
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