today, i witnessed my twin brother suffer from a seizure. it started seconds after he walked into the kitchen, the last thing he did before freezing up was grabbing a pepper. about 30 seconds or a minute later he started to convulse and slowly collapsed to the floor, after he was on the floor i started to call 911. it wasn't until after the paramedics started to take him to the hospital that he become somewhat responsive, although completely disoriented and mostly incoherent. the most terrifying moment was when he was collapsing because his breathing had become erratic and i didn't know if he was going to die or not

Sorry to hear man. How's he now? And do you know what one should do in that circumstance? (I don't)

he's doing alright now... pretty much the only thing you can do is call 911 and make sure he doing bump his head during the convulsions

Glad that he's ok.

That reminds me...I don't even know my country's emergency number. Wow. I always think of 911!

EDIT: Apparently it's 112. That' so...foreign.

@Ditre

Has he had a seizure before?

best of luck for the both of you

nope, it's actually the first known seizure in the family history

Well, watching my in-labour wife at the hospital gush with bright red blood (opposed to the icky darker/brownish blood) while 9cm dilated (while following a pretty regular pattern of contractions as far as inductions go), her temp skyrocket to 103, baby's heart rate to 215, then be told she needs an emergency c-section, getting dressed up in some blue garb crap, into the operating room, then seeing my wife shivering cold, eyes red, crying, and feeling getting cut open and shaking somewhat violently, then our baby coming out, being put on the heating pad, not very responsive other than her eyes, being flicked at by 3 nurses with not much response in the way of crying, heading over to the NICU where she had tubes placed down her nose and throat, that kind of terrifying experience certainly imprints on a person's memory.

112 is about as international an emergency number can get.

112 is the European standard number for Emergencies; so anywhere in the EU its likely to work. Outside of the EU some other countries phone networks recognise it too and redirect you to the right number.

Additionally most mobile/cellular carriers outside of the EU will also connect calls where 112 is dialled to the correct emergency services number. I think this a bit of legacy from the GSM 2G mobile standard (Global Standard for Mobile) being primarily developed/pushed in Europe in its early days so it got written into the standard.

OP: Sorry to hear about the seizure. Hope its just a one off and not a sign of something worse.

Having my brother 6 years my senior have a diabetic seizure many years ago. He has since moved out, but anytime that happened it freaked 10 year old me out something fierce.

I've had many. Glad to hear your brother is okay.

:cold: Reading that made me regret that this thread was made.

Don't have many. Back in Army accidental weapons discharges were always scary, especially when firing live shots. One guy got shot in the face with a blank (almost blinded him), and my tank almost got hit by a tank round accidentally fired by another behind us. Man, that was freaky.

My most terrifying experience had to be when I came to the realization I have been on these forums for nearly six years and I can still count the number of times I've posted outside of the CD on a single hand.

I think you're due, then, to go to the Skyrim forums and complain about no mounted combat! :bolt:

I hope your brother is okay Ditre

you did good. :yes:




as for me.. lets not today :no:

Wow, sounds intense. Sorry to hear that, and I hope your brother is alright now.

Ouch. I did that once. It wasn't very scary for me, being unconscious, but turning blue was apparently frightening for those around me. Very disorientating waking up in hospital with no memory of the earlier part of the day. I hope your brother's ok.

I have also had many terrifying experiences, so I shall relate the most recent, which happened last week.

I was coming back to university after a week off, and as we approached a roundabout (my dad was driving) a small black car appeared from nowhere, smashed into a barrier and rolled over right in front of us, coming to a halt on its roof. A few seconds later a police car screamed up. They'd obviously been chasing the car. I could see one of the passengers flopping around like a fish, trying to free himself from the crushed car. He escaped through a broken window and started sprinting up the street as the police dragged the driver out through the windscreen and cuffed him. There was a horrid whining noise coming from somewhere, and we had to move in case the crushed car blew up.

About 15 minutes later I realised that if we'd been just a few seconds further down the road, we would have been crushed too. A thought came to mind- before we left home, I had spent a few seconds rummaging around in my bag to check I had everything. It could easily have been those few seconds. After this revelation I didn't know whether to laugh, cry or puke. There's a bit of chaos theory for you.