It was the summer before 10th grade, my then-boyfriend and I went to N&N’s house. They were brothers and we (and a ton of other “stoner” kids) always went there to hang out in their garage. Their parents never cared. Their sister and parents would always be on the couch in the house (which we were rarely allowed in except to use the restroom), they’d mostly ignore us when we walked by but sometimes they’d say a polite “hello” that startled me.
We were smoking out of this big bong. It was beautiful–they even had a name for it, but I forget what it was now. I was sitting on a bench, with no back rest, my legs on each side of it. It was hot outside. I remember wanting to be home before the new episode of Big Brother started but they said I could watch it there.
I don’t know what happened next, I have no recollection. I just remember N&N and my then-boyfriend picking me up. I guess by the time they picked me up, my seizure was over. I asked them “what are you guys doing?” and they all freaked out, like, “whoooa!! Are you alright?! Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head; you had a seizure!!!”
I really thought nothing of it and I looked at them as if they were all lunatics; nonchalantly I asked, “so can I watch Big Brother now?”
I had only recently started feeling the effects of weed at that time, and very intensely, too. I blamed it on that. I didn’t know the cause of it, nor did I care, really. I didn’t really even believe them that I had had a real seizure.
The next summer, I was smoking at my friend T’s boyfriend’s house. It was the first time we were all meeting him. Our other friend A and her brother C were there, too. T’s boyfriend was a dealer so we all went over there to meet him for the first time and also to smoke, hang out, and buy weed from him.
We were in his backyard, the four of us, on a picnic table. Every single one of us packed a bowl so that we were always hitting one as we were passing them around.
By this time in my life, I was already smoking weed consistently and was able to control my highs.
I guess at some point (when none of the bowls were even cashed yet), I fell over onto the concrete and started flopping around like a dead fish. When I came to and realized what was going on, I could hear everyone exclaiming, “her head, her head!!!” I felt my head crash hard on the concrete once. It wasn’t the first time my head hit the concrete but it was the only time I felt it. I think it’s what knocked me back into consciousness and calmed my body enough for them to finally pick me up.
I couldn’t see anything but I could at least hear them now. I sat at the picnic table faced opposite of the tabletop. T sat in the same direction, beside me, she held me with her one arm closest to me, wrapped around my back, as I cried out that I couldn’t see anything, my sight was gone; all I could see was brightness. I started vomiting a foam-like substance. At some point, T’s boyfriend went to grab his mom who grabbed a trash can (so I’d stop throwing up all over her backyard), cold towels, and a Capri Sun pouch and a mini bottle of water.
I couldn’t stop crying because I thought I had completely lost my sight! T kept hold of me and gently whispered, “everything’s gonna be okay.” Her voice was so calm and soothing…the reason I stopped hyperventilating.
I threw up some more into the trash can and then, someone put the Capri Sun straw in my mouth and I immediately sucked up all of the juice. All of a sudden a bright silhouette shaped like a woman appeared. I threw up again and then started seeing the green of the grass. My vision came back to me little by little then, I thanked the mom for everything. It was so weird that I had just started seeing her for the first time; she was there holding the trash up to my face the whole time and probably the one who put the straw in my mouth. I had to imagine her when my sight was gone so when I saw her appearance, she was different.
Both times I had my seizures, it was a hot summer day. I believe that they both had to do with dehydration and being overheated but I’ll never know.
The scariest part is that I don’t remember them! I only remember being lifted up off the ground both times and have only been told how scary I looked during them by my peers.
I haven’t had one since, though, fortunately. I hope I never do again. I looked it up and it says it’s normal for people to experience a seizure or two in their life. That’s crazy to me.
Have you ever had a seizure or personally know someone else who has?