This one is a true story. IT happened to me while I was in Brissy. I was out with a friend shopping and she left me looking after her youngest while she went off to look at other shops as I said I felt a little tired. I’ve been busy dealing with forms, appointments and I made a possibly silly decision to apply for a Masters course in Social Work recently so all my ability to write has been drained away by those activities. But I wanted to post something so I went with a memory.
The woman pushed the pram out of the clamor of Big W. Though it was lightweight and contain a child not yet 2 it now felt much heavier then when she had started out. With gritted teeth a focused stare she searched out prospective sitting places. Her head was buzzing. Brushing back a lock of her dark fringe to rub her temple in an attempt to stymie the headache and blooming energy she felt, her eyes settled on the closest seat: an uncomfortable metal number belonging to one of the numerous sushi cafes in the Westfield shopping centre that she still preferred to think Mt. Gravatt’s Garden City shopping plaza. The need to sit down pushed all complaints about the centers re-branding out of mind as she parked the buggy by the closest seat. A glance from a cashier warned her it was easier to pay for something, then sit there as an uninvited guest. The buzzing surge grew louder as she selected food and processed the transaction as quickly as she could, all the while fighting the urge to hurry the poor woman up. She began to rush to pick her purchases up as the buzzing grew stronger. She Needed to sit down before she was caught in a dangerous position. As a bolt of sensation raced down her leg the woman knew with a sense of dread that she was too late. A split-second later the strength went from her right side as her leg started to convulse. With a reflex act born of practice the woman threw her left arm over the counter top to cling to it for support. Much too her own surprise her arm started to convulse as well; from a distance it looked as though she was waving at someone across the way. Only those close, a customer and the woman who served her, paused to throw worried glances in her direction. After a panicked moment of indecision, the woman hurried over to ask is she was alright. With a hint of exasperation the result having a seizure while being expected to explain what was going on, She simply said “It’s a seizure. If I lose consciousness support my head and call an ambulance; other wise I just have to ride it out.”