L1250 said:
2fish said:
I do not fear my death; I have died once in the sense that my brain stopped all functions save the breathing/heart/ other basic functions for about three weeks. There was nothing that the doctors could do to bring me back. I got better over time but when I look back at that and the years of my life following that event it was as if I had died, but my body failed to get the memo.
That's really interesting. What caused it? And what was it like? Or do you not have any first-hand recollection of being "dead"?
To this day we are not sure what I had but the best guess is encephalitis, an inflamation of the brain. I have no memories from the illness and for years afterwards it is fuzzy. Age 8 through 16 have gaps or are fuzzy. Before the Age of 8 I have tiny bits of memories, but usually they randomly appear through some odd context.
After 16 there are still memory issues but just not as big and easier to figure out the missing details. Sorry I have no real memory of the even I have more of gut feelings and emotions. Since I got sick at age 8 it was early enough to make it hard to notice anything other than a huge difference in my behavior.
In the end I think it became a confidence booster as I gained a deal with it or get the fuck out of my way attitude. I have often wondered how I would be different today if I had not gotten sick, would I be able to turn my emotions off, and if so would I want to?
But on the bright side you get great stories, I had a seizure at a movie theater on my first day working there. I was the only one in the ticket box, there is only one key to the room and it is with the manager who is out to lunch. I had a seizure; I fall over hit the ground and have the convolutions. Everyone freaks out, the other new employee calls 911, managers go nuts trying to find the key and call the manager at lunch. I wake up in the corner surrounded by paramedics, 3 managers and roped off. While I am going through the routine with the paramedics I see that there is a fire truck and an ambulance outside (this is bad because all light after a seizure is like setting your eyes and brain on fire). Then this little old lady walks up to me and says, "Are you the ticket taker?" Everyone kinda stops for a second, the paramedics then keep going on with their job, but I look at my friend who is a manager. He quickly took her ticket and walked her to her film.
I never had to work tickets again.... odd huh? If you are epileptic the best stories are the ones you don?t remember
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