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my_window_seatWoke up and can't get back to sleep. Not sure how much of that's because of everything that happened at rehearsal last night and how much is because of other stuff.
Charlie at least is okay - his mom says that he's had one seizure before, but it was a year and a half ago and they were hoping that it was just a one-time thing - whoops, guess not.
Charlie's a senior in high school, he's 6'2" or 6'3", and he's fucking *strong*. His seizure lasted at least 3-4 minutes and he wasn't getting oxygen for some part of that because he turned fucking BLUE, which was bad enough - but he immediately went into some kind of panic state after that, and even though he only had about 60% of his motor functions - his eyes were still rolling and wouldn't focus and his ability to move was - I don't know - fucked up, anyway - still, me, Brian and Justin, the oldest student in the class *couldn't get him on the floor* - he didn't really know where he was, but he wanted to get out of the room, and we couldn't stop him without hurting him - we could only try to contain his movement and keep him from falling on the cement floor and hurting himself worse.
The rehearsals on are the top floor of an old building (fucking Kimo...), and for the twenty minutes before the goddamn paramedics arrived, we had to try to keep a physically strong, mentally impaired kid from pitching himself headfirst down two flights of stairs, *and* try to keep 15 other kids from panicking because of what was going on. I got the other kids down in the lobby of the building before the medics got there, but I can't even imagine what it must have been like to see all that they had to see, and then have to listen - two floors down, you could hear Charlie screaming in the lobby. There were 4 paramedics and 4 fire personnel there (the fire department tends to be the first responders for some stuff) - and it took all of them to get Charlie restrained so that they could get him down the stairs - beacause there's no goddamn elevator in the building. They had to wrap him in first aid tape and stretcher straps to get him down to the gurney in the lobby.
His mom said last night that he was home from the hospital and at his dad's and that he was okay. I'm going to be calling the rest of the kids today to let them know. His mom thinks Charlie will even be back in class on Monday. That will be - interesting. I want to give the kids a chance to process all this stuff should that be the case - hopefully everyone will be able to treat it for what it was - medical stuff happens, we're all okay now, and let's get on with it.
I'm very far behind in everything that I'm supposed to be caught up on. Need to get back on track. Just wanted to update, because that last post was pretty drama-filled but ambiguous. Anyway, one can always say it could have been worse...?
Charlie at least is okay - his mom says that he's had one seizure before, but it was a year and a half ago and they were hoping that it was just a one-time thing - whoops, guess not.
Charlie's a senior in high school, he's 6'2" or 6'3", and he's fucking *strong*. His seizure lasted at least 3-4 minutes and he wasn't getting oxygen for some part of that because he turned fucking BLUE, which was bad enough - but he immediately went into some kind of panic state after that, and even though he only had about 60% of his motor functions - his eyes were still rolling and wouldn't focus and his ability to move was - I don't know - fucked up, anyway - still, me, Brian and Justin, the oldest student in the class *couldn't get him on the floor* - he didn't really know where he was, but he wanted to get out of the room, and we couldn't stop him without hurting him - we could only try to contain his movement and keep him from falling on the cement floor and hurting himself worse.
The rehearsals on are the top floor of an old building (fucking Kimo...), and for the twenty minutes before the goddamn paramedics arrived, we had to try to keep a physically strong, mentally impaired kid from pitching himself headfirst down two flights of stairs, *and* try to keep 15 other kids from panicking because of what was going on. I got the other kids down in the lobby of the building before the medics got there, but I can't even imagine what it must have been like to see all that they had to see, and then have to listen - two floors down, you could hear Charlie screaming in the lobby. There were 4 paramedics and 4 fire personnel there (the fire department tends to be the first responders for some stuff) - and it took all of them to get Charlie restrained so that they could get him down the stairs - beacause there's no goddamn elevator in the building. They had to wrap him in first aid tape and stretcher straps to get him down to the gurney in the lobby.
His mom said last night that he was home from the hospital and at his dad's and that he was okay. I'm going to be calling the rest of the kids today to let them know. His mom thinks Charlie will even be back in class on Monday. That will be - interesting. I want to give the kids a chance to process all this stuff should that be the case - hopefully everyone will be able to treat it for what it was - medical stuff happens, we're all okay now, and let's get on with it.
I'm very far behind in everything that I'm supposed to be caught up on. Need to get back on track. Just wanted to update, because that last post was pretty drama-filled but ambiguous. Anyway, one can always say it could have been worse...?
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Date: 2007-03-16 02:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-16 05:59 pm (UTC)The really crap part is until one is diagnosed, which takes a while, there's really nothing anyone can do about them except ride them out. Even when one is diagnosed that's the case, but at least they have meds that make them less frequent.
I wonder how he feels about coming back to school? It must be pretty embarrassing for him to have to deal with that.
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Date: 2007-03-16 11:33 pm (UTC)I talked to him today - he sounded tired, but he sounded like - Charlie. :)
This really isn't school, it's just an afterschool drama program. I think that might make things easier - it's fewer kids, and it's - well, it's just a different kind of setting. Charlie says that he'll be there on Monday, and he really sounded like he meant it. If he can do it, I think it will be the best thing for him - get back on the horse and all that.
And really, all things considered - I think I was more worried about the other kids, because all Charlie remembers is one minute he was pacing the room, trying to memorize his lines - the next, he on the floor and big paramedics are sitting on his chest. Not that that's a GREAT thing of course - but, you know. Some of the kids really looked so shellshocked -
Anyway, I called everyone, just to let them know that Charlie's fine and we'll see him on Monday - we'll just see where it goes from there.
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Date: 2007-03-19 06:29 am (UTC)*ducks*
runs,
laughs like a drunk parrot.
love you!
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