Last night was bad. I was on the computer in the study at 2 AM and S19 was in the kitchen making a snack. First I heard him curse, which is unusual because he is a very good cook. So I went in to see what happened. He was nursing a cut finger, and shooed me away. Not a minute later I heard odd loud noise coming from the kitchen. So I went back in and looked. He was lying flat on his back on the floor convulsing and making garbled noises. I ran over to him and asked what happened. He stopped convulsing and looked at me, with huge dilated pupils. He said, "I cut my finger". I had him show me the finger, it just had a small puncture, not bleeding. I said I know that, but why are you on the floor? He said, "I'm so hungry." I said, "But being hungry didn't make you lie on the floor. What happened?" He said he didn't know. He continued to lie there for another 5 minutes or so. We talked about what we should do. I told him that I would take care of him, but since he is the lifeguard, he would have to tell me what to do. He kept telling me to stay calm. So I said, I'll go look up concussions on the internet, and see what to do. He had me bring the laptop in and stay with him. So we looked up concussion, and did everything it said to do. We went to the emergency room.
They did a CT scan and put 2 staples in his head. The doctor said the brain looked normal. What a relief. So we went home. As he walked in the door, he vomited. Then he said he felt better and went to bed. It was 6 AM. He is still sleeping. But I checked on him. He says he is alright.
It is times like this that make me glad that I am a night owl. If I had not been up, he might still be lying on the floor. Before we left for the hospital, I woke my husband up and told him what happened and where I was going. He wanted to come with us. I told him no, he needed to sleep. But it was touching that he wanted to come.
