Injured

It’s a shame that moving away has no way affected my epileptic seizures.

I discovered yesterday that I’d once again had another seizure. This time, however, I did quite a bit of damage to myself and to my only source of heating in this place. I have a huge cut down my left arm, and I also damaged my right heel, which is making it hard to walk on. Hopefully, this will get a lot better soon.

I’m not exactly sure of what caused the seizure. The last thing I remember doing was saying good night to the people in my Pal Talk chat room. At least, that’s what I thought I did. However, I discovered that I did not make it to my bed. I stayed in chat and had a seizure on the microphone. This worried many of my friends who were in the chat room at the time. One friend, Stephanie, actually went ahead and tracked down Richard’s cellphone number. She then had a friend call Richard to tell him what had happened. This led to one confusing event after I’d called Richard myself to ask him to come and pick me up from the hospital I was at.

When Richard arrived at the hospital to collect me, he’d told me he’d been contacted by someone named “Chad”. I don’t know a Chad, so when I was told that, all I could think was, “Who’s Chad? I don’t know a Chad!”. I found out later from Steph that it was her friend. I still have no idea who the guy is, though, or even how Steph managed to track down Richard’s number. I think these things may have to remain a mystery.

A new home, a new life.

Recently, I moved from my old place in Looe to live in Lostwithiel. I’ve got to say that it’s a lot nicer not having to wake up at 5:30 in the morning now to deliver newspapers to people. However, it was a little sad to say goodbye to everyone I usually spoke to on Saturdays when collecting the paper money they owned. The main bonuses to living here are that now I no longer have to wake up early, and also there are no worries of missing the train and missing out on the project if the trains don’t arrive.

My second day of living here was surprising. In the evening, I had some guy knocking on my door. I answered out of curiosity to find a guy in his late 30s asking if I’d watch over him. The reason is that he thought that he may be having a heart attack. Unsure of what to do, I agreed to keep an eye on him and briefly talked with him. It wasn’t too long, however, before he was down on his knees, clutching at his chest. I grabbed my cell phone at this point and called for an ambulance. This turned out to be a little harder than I expected because the phone signal was extremely weak in the building. Luckily, it wasn’t too long before an ambulance turned up.

After letting the medical staff into the building, I returned to my room. I occasionally went to see how he was doing. It didn’t turn out to be a heart attack in the end, but it was better to be safe anyway.

Hopefully, I won’t have to deal with something like that again in a hurry.