I'm not Epileptic but I once had an Epileptic Seizure...

March 25, 2009 - PRLog -- I am an entertainment entrepreneur and Founder of Ozemag.com, and in July 2008 I suffered a ‘grand scale’ epileptic seizure - although it didn’t feel grand at the time.  No matter how positive, how happy, how energetic you are, your mood does not control HQ.  Maybe my monthlies are to blame!

On a shopping spree with my 83 year old gypsy Grandmother, 80 year old sophisticated Aunt and 18 month old boisterous daughter and after filling our bellies with creamy pasta for lunch which sadly I lost a couple of hours later, I was reaching into a bargain bin at a clothing store when suddenly I fell to the ground, smacking my head on the trolley in front of me on the way down.  For almost five minutes I was unconscious.  Hmm, that price tag sure sent my brain into a sizzle!

(Apparently) after one lady took one look at me and bolted for the door, God sent a young off-duty nurse to set me straight... and make sure the oldies didn’t have a heart attack!  

My first memory is looking into two pairs of squinty eyes that belonged to the Ambo’s.  Do you think they’d give my poor brain a rest after that little fry up?  NO!  They bombarded me with questions; Where are you? What day is it? What month is it?  Who’s the Prime Minister of Australia?  To think my poor iddy-biddy brain could remember what wanker is ruining my country but couldn’t remember something as important as to what store I was shopping in.  For all I knew I could have been in Dimmey’s buying dear old gypsy Granny a $2.99 thong!  I mean pair of thongs.  

After a three night stint eating scrumptious meat and veg meals (NOT!) at the ‘one bed per room’ hospital - call me a snob but thank God my hubby earns enough for us to have private health so I didn’t have to share with the plebs - and numerous tests which I passed with flying colours (now was not the time to do an IQ or memory test) I was given the all clear.  No brain tumour - eat that Arnie Swarzz - and no heart condition.  You bloody beauty!  Insert a sweet, charming melody of music here while I tip toe through the tulips -

WAIT!!

“Evette you’re not allowed to drive for three months,” Doc says.

“Go to hell you...”  Oops, that must be my monthlies taking over again.  Let’s go for a second take:

“Nooooooo!!”  

I won’t bore you with the monotony of my life during those three very long isolated months other than it was... BORING!  LONELY!  SCARY!  WHY ME?  I confess I might have felt a tiny pinch of sympathy for myself.  What’s that you ask?  Did I did take advantage of the situation and make my husband buy me a flash, new car?  Nah, of course not!  Tee hee!

But I finish this story on a high, not that kind.  It’s nine months later and no sign of another epileptic seizure.  I’m back on the road again causing ‘desperate-mother-trying-to-get-kid-home-to-sleep’ rage and loving every bit of it.

If you’d like to watch a more serious version of this interpretation of real life events then please log onto the link below for an academy award winning performance:

http://www.ozemag.com/Movies/EpilepticSeizure.mov

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