Just Call me Julius

So, the day started off pretty good. Alec and I went to the
Waffle House. Houston's 4th shot at redemption. And things
were looking pretty good for Houston. I got two eggs, sausage, grits, and a waffle with coffee and they threw in the cigarette ash for free. Then I woke up for the second time yesterday and this time I was staring up into whiteness. There was a glow flooding me from above and two bald men in white staring down at me intently. It's an odd feeling to wake up with a couple assholes staring at you. But there's not much you can do when you're strapped to a gurney so, hey, you just go with it. I never knew how much waking up in an ambulance was so much like the movies but somebody gets the Oscar for a reason, right? They asked me what my name was and I'm pretty sure I got that one right but I definitely flunked the rest of the pop quiz. "What town are you in?"
Pause..."I don't know"
"What year is it?"
"2008"
"Close enough. It's 2009 but it just changed over."
"Do you know what you were doing before now?"
"No what happened?"
"Have you ever had a seizure before?"
"One. Maybe, we weren't really sure."
The question and answer session went on for awhile, and slowly the day's activities were revealed. I will say that my memory came back way faster this time than the last time. I was still remembering shit days later the last time. Yesterday I got everything back within a few minutes of regaining "consciousness". I say "consciousness" because obviously I was awake, I just don't remember any of it. Generally you don't do your best to kick the shit out of the paramedics on scene when your unconscious. But after they managed to get me calmed down and by that I mean strapped to the gurney, they took pretty good care of me and to the tune of approximately $1,500.
Once we got to the ER that's when the real treatment started. They hooked me up to the heart monitor, set an IV to pump anti -seizure meds into me because hey when it comes to seizures every second counts. You can't afford to let another happen in the next 4-15 years without taking serious precautions. You gotta be on top of your shit. What else did they do? A couple doctors, nurses came in and out and asked me some of the same questions each other already had and the paramedics before them. Then they told me they were going to do a CAT Scan and that's where I said "Whoaaa, bitch." They hadn't strapped me to this gurney yet and I was about to make them pay for their negligence. "How much is that going to cost me?" After much debating and the appearance of a flaming gay, Indian financial employee it was revealed that "Well, we can't really be sure each scan varies in price but anywhere between $2,000 and $4,000." So I kindly said "Fuck that."
Left soon after, and I'm not even sure why I was even there. Apparently some jackass driving by called 911 and the paramedics took care of the rest. Unless injured there isn't any reason for a seizer to go the ER. There isn't anything anybody can really do about it. Get on medication but that shit is expensive. Anyway, total cost of my Saturday afternoon is going to be several thousand dollars, not to mention a sore left tricep, right deltoid, two calves, injured back, and one seriously bit tongue. The downside is I most likely will not be going to South Africa in two weeks. The upside is I got to ride in an ambulance.