Back to the night of July 2009. My doctor was still signing me off to drive since I hadn't had a grand mal in so long. So, Joel and I are leaving his dad's house to go to my apartment. There's a large stretch of highway that goes from his dad's to where my apartment was.
We're on that stretch. This takes us from going 45 mph to 60 mph. We're going 60 mph on our way to my place, I went to change the channel on the radio....there's flashing lights and an officer next to Joel that asked me if I knew him. I started bawling and said he was my boyfriend, I finally had realized what had happened.
As always, my experience was not like the other's. Joel heard that exorcism howl. Then we started drifting into the oncoming lane (it was late there wasn't anyone on the road). He started shouting "babe?? Babe?? BABE!!!!" I was slouched onto the steering wheel. He reached over and started to try moving my foot. It took all the strength he had to move my foot off of the pedal. He finally did, he defeated my super human seizure strength. He had the steering wheel and now had his foot reached across on the brake.
There's a corner on that stretch next to this group of trailer home "show trailers." It had just been empty. Now it's an Instacare. Ironic isn't it? Okay let's rewind. Joel got us into that empty lot. He lifted my head back and saw the blood streaming down my mouth. My eye's were rolled back and I was blue in the face. Joel called 911 hysterical. He tells the 911 operator that his girlfriend is dying on him and that I might have had a seizure. They needed to know where we were so he had to run to any street sign he could find. He came back to the car to make sure I was breathing. I was starting to come out of the seizure and he asked me if I knew who he was. I guess I said no. I don't know, I wasn't aware of my surroundings yet. He thought I had brain damage and now I wouldn't remember him.
Every officer, fireman, and paramedic within a 10 mile radius was there. It must have been a slow night. They told me to get on the gurney. I told them no, I was fine I didn't need to get in the ambulance. They brought Joel over to tell me to get into the ambulance. I finally did. While they were loading me into the ambulance, the public servants were cracking some jokes at Joel asking him if he needed some toilet paper. Really?? He was just traumatized and you're going to pull the shit your pants joke?
Whatever. Joel had to follow the ambulance, he called his dad with some tears letting him know what happened. His dad helped to calm him down. Then Amber, I don't think she was too surprised. I mean she called it really. He called my friend/roommate, Kait, to let her know what happened. She met him at the hospital.
In the ambulance, I kept trying to figure out where the hell we were as we drove past every single thing on the road that I know. But, I didn't know them in the ambulance. I didn't know a lot of things. They asked me my age, I said I was 21. I was 23. They asked my medication, I said Lamictal. I was on Keppra. I was still so pissed that I couldn't figure out where the hell we were. We passed the Walmart, even then I couldn't place where we were. I knew the hospital though once we pulled in.
They took me into the emergency room, I finally noticed the blood. Didn't notice the taste in my mouth or down my throat the whole time. I had bit my tongue to hell and was extremely sore. Joel was in the room with me, and then Kait. She was crying and I smiled at her and said it was okay. Joel had been asking me if I wanted him to call my parents. I kept telling him no I'm fine and it's late. Then my logic started coming back. I looked at Joel and told him "Damn it, call my parents, they're gonna get an ambulance bill."
I don't even know what time it was, but late enough that you only call when something bad has happened. Joel gave 'em a ring. My mom answered, of course she already knew. There were limited options as to why he was calling. She was asking Joel some questions. So, my mom was asking mom questions. Then the critical question in the background, "Is the car okay??"
Don't get it wrong, my dad isn't some cold-hearted person. He shows his love....differently? You know he loves you, you might question it sometimes, but he's just a tough love kind of guy. Obviously I wasn't dead, he would have known from my mom's reaction. So, that meant he could quietly worry about me and address the next question. Was the car okay? It was a reasonable question, I just paid for the Phoenix it was actually in his name.
The Phoenix was fine, she didn't give up on me until years later. Joel finally met my parents. My dad never liked anyone I dated. In fact, he hated them. I was shocked though, and a little teary when my dad thanked Joel and shook his hand. It was fate. Joel and I were fate. He saved me, loved me, and my dad shook his hand.
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