strange day

What a strange day it's been, and I don't know what to make of it. I awoke with a dream of someone I know giggling while they put a black widow spider on the back of my neck and asking it to bite me. I didn't know if this dream was a warning that something I said on my interview yesterday was wrong, or if it was a foreshadowing of something to come. I could imagine two different situations it could apply to, but can't go into it here.

I received wrong directions from a gas station attendant.

I began paying attention to my backyard because I've let it go to waste for five years. I was picking up trash, moving flagstones with my son, and trying to get the slide back on the plastic playhouse, to no avail.

Then I showed my good neighbor what I had done. He's in his mid 70s. We talked like normal, I walked him around my backyard and escorted him back to his yard. Then I went to close my garage door so the dogs won't run away when my 3 year old scooted over to talk to our neighbor in his yard.

It was only the amount of time it took me to clear the trash can from blocking the garage door! It must have been two minutes that my son was talking to him in his yard. Then my son comes running to tell me "he fell down."

When I got there, my neighbor was unconscious but breathing hard. He has a history of seizures. He had had a seizure while sitting and talking with my son. His own grown son came out of the house to tell him he had a phone call, and he had already fallen by then, and there my son was, looking at him. He'd gashed his head on the cement or rocks and his blood was mixed with the mud from his freshly watered yard.

By then another male neighbor had come over and we three discussed what to do. Should we call the hospital? His son told us he'd heard he was not supposed to call the ambulance after a seizure. I asked for a towel to get the mud off his face. I wiped off the blood that was pooling in his eye, and cleaned the mud from his face. I saw the contusion was large, already black and blue, right on the side of his forehead. What if he gave himself a concussion or what if he had injuries? He couldn't talk to us. He was breathing deeply as if in a deep sleep.

When I suggested that his injury was pretty bad, then the neighbor suggested the son had better call the ambulance. The son was sure he'd come out of the seizure by the time help arrived. However, he still wasn't responsive when the paramedics came. But he did struggle when they put the neck brace on and strapped him to the stability board. I watched as they took him away, and his lady friend who had been on the telephone had arrived and decided to ride in the ambulance.

Oh, the thoughts that go through my head! I have to take deep breaths to chase away the thought that perhaps the exercise he got while walking in my yard brought on the seizure, or perhaps my little son had said something or triggered a memory that caused the seizure? Then I can counter those thoughts with the suggestion made by my older son, that it was a good thing our young son was there when the seizure happened so he could run and tell me. When we question him, the information we get is that our neighbor was sitting down, he didn't look good, then he fell.  My 3 year old was the only witness.

My neighbor's son said perhaps it was a good thing he had gone to my yard because he was about to get in his car and drive to his lady friend's house. It would have been more disasterous if the seizure happened in the car.
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I just heard that he's woken up and can remember being in my backyard, but not the fall. That's good news.