Well, I've never done this before but there is a first time for everything.
It's been a funny few months.
During December I had a collapse. I went to bathroom for a pee (as you do). All I remember is going to undo my belt buckle . The next thing I remember is waking up face first on the bathroom floor. From what I can recall I was a bit confused, "what am I doing here?" was the first thought in my head. I slowly got up and wasn't to sure of what was happening. I took a few wobbly steps and sat myself down on the toilet seat. " Crap, what is that in my trousers?" Yep, I'd shit myself. Then followed a confused period of about 15 to 20 minutes , during this time I'd managed to text my to ask her to bring a carrier bag and to ask her to just leave me alone for a bit.
My next memory was standing in the shower cleaning myself , it's amazing how much mess one's bowels can make. Once I was clean I tried to explain what had happened and went to bed.
The next morning I was promptly sent to the GP to be told that only your heart or head can cause you to pass out. I had done it previously in 2010 whilst singing in a choir during midnight mass! I was removed and packed off in an ambulance. I came to in the A&E dept with the then Dean staring down at me asking if I was ok? Waking to a priest surrounded by bright lights was quite a shock, all that was missing were the choirs of angels welcoming me (if I'd been a good boy).
I was discharged around 4am on Christmas morning. The next few months were spent going in and out of the hospital having various tests on my heart. The result of this was that my heart was fine, nothing to report so I just went on with life.
Fast forward to December 2013. I am now married to the most wonderful woman and we have a beautiful little boy called who really is everything to us. Because of my last escapade and serious medical investigation the doctor thinks this could possibly be an epileptic incident. She refers me to a neurologist and tells me not to drive for the time being - shit!
Well, I have seen the specialist. He's not 100% sure but he is thinking this could be epilepsy. Since my December dive I have had four more episodes ( I hate the 'S' word). I am awaiting two scans. Hopefully soon I can get an answer and start to get on with it.
If it is epilepsy, so what? It's not my problem . If I go down I'm not aware, I just hope nobody robs me! A spare pair of trousers may be useful though.
My close friends have been great. One in particular has and continues to go above and beyond the call of duty. My inlaws have been sending messages of support from another continent and my beautiful, strong, amazing wife has been -well, just amazing. Not only has she had to cope with our little boy but she has also put up with a husband who could ' break dance ' at any point. I'm sure I've not been the easiest to live with recently. She has been a saint and I don't deserve her.
A lot has changed since this but that will follow once I have the words in order!
It's been a funny few months.
During December I had a collapse. I went to bathroom for a pee (as you do). All I remember is going to undo my belt buckle . The next thing I remember is waking up face first on the bathroom floor. From what I can recall I was a bit confused, "what am I doing here?" was the first thought in my head. I slowly got up and wasn't to sure of what was happening. I took a few wobbly steps and sat myself down on the toilet seat. " Crap, what is that in my trousers?" Yep, I'd shit myself. Then followed a confused period of about 15 to 20 minutes , during this time I'd managed to text my to ask her to bring a carrier bag and to ask her to just leave me alone for a bit.
My next memory was standing in the shower cleaning myself , it's amazing how much mess one's bowels can make. Once I was clean I tried to explain what had happened and went to bed.
The next morning I was promptly sent to the GP to be told that only your heart or head can cause you to pass out. I had done it previously in 2010 whilst singing in a choir during midnight mass! I was removed and packed off in an ambulance. I came to in the A&E dept with the then Dean staring down at me asking if I was ok? Waking to a priest surrounded by bright lights was quite a shock, all that was missing were the choirs of angels welcoming me (if I'd been a good boy).
I was discharged around 4am on Christmas morning. The next few months were spent going in and out of the hospital having various tests on my heart. The result of this was that my heart was fine, nothing to report so I just went on with life.
Fast forward to December 2013. I am now married to the most wonderful woman and we have a beautiful little boy called who really is everything to us. Because of my last escapade and serious medical investigation the doctor thinks this could possibly be an epileptic incident. She refers me to a neurologist and tells me not to drive for the time being - shit!
Well, I have seen the specialist. He's not 100% sure but he is thinking this could be epilepsy. Since my December dive I have had four more episodes ( I hate the 'S' word). I am awaiting two scans. Hopefully soon I can get an answer and start to get on with it.
If it is epilepsy, so what? It's not my problem . If I go down I'm not aware, I just hope nobody robs me! A spare pair of trousers may be useful though.
My close friends have been great. One in particular has and continues to go above and beyond the call of duty. My inlaws have been sending messages of support from another continent and my beautiful, strong, amazing wife has been -well, just amazing. Not only has she had to cope with our little boy but she has also put up with a husband who could ' break dance ' at any point. I'm sure I've not been the easiest to live with recently. She has been a saint and I don't deserve her.
A lot has changed since this but that will follow once I have the words in order!
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