Every year for my birthday I do the same thing. A baseball game. Nine times out of ten I go to the Nashville Sounds game for my birthday. Their games either fall on my birthday or right around my birthday. The day I turned 28 they actually played at home, and it was on the agenda to go!
That morning I did my normal routine – open at Starbucks, then go hang out by the pool since I would be off by noon. The plan was to wait for Dustin (my now husband) to get off of work so we could go to dinner before meeting friends at the Sounds game. Once we got to the game the skies weren’t looking too friendly (see above).
It ended up we had a rain delay, but we decided to leave just to go hangout. I ended up staying at a friends house with some friends that night. That morning when we got up I took my friend home that had stayed as well. This is when things started to take a turn for the worst.
While I was driving my friend home we were talking. Well she was talking, but when I would go to talk I couldn’t complete my sentences. She knew something was up, but didn’t know for sure what was wrong. I dropped her off, and then headed home. I had big plans to go eat that night with my family for my birthday, but first I wanted to eat lunch and take a nap.
I got some food on the way home, it didn’t taste very good at all. When I arrived home I told my mom I was going to lay down for a little bit for a nap before I got ready to go to dinner. I laid down, but my contacts were killing my eyes so I got up to take those out. I noticed on my way to the bathroom that my mom was on the phone with a family friend. At the time I didn’t think anything about it, but I am thankful she was there. This is when everything goes black for me.
My mom thought I was throwing up so she came to check on me, I didn’t answer. She opened the door – I was not throwing up, I was choking while having a grand mal seizure. My foot was stuck under the lip of the cabinet in the bathroom so she couldn’t flip me over to get me to stop choking. Somehow she was able to get my dad to come help (who was downstairs in the basement), and he was able to finally get me free.
I didn’t have just one grand mal seizure that day, I had three. Two at my house, and then one either in the ambulance ride or at the emergency room from a reaction to Narcan that they had given me (the paramedics weren’t sure if I had an overdose or not so they were being cautious). After it was all said and done I had a shredded tongue, a leg that was bruised from being beaten by the bathroom cabinet, a right shoulder that was broken and dislocated, and a left shoulder that was broken so bad the muscle wasn’t attached anymore.
The day after I turned 28 started a new journey for me and for those around me. It has been an adventure to say the least, but it has been one that has made me thankful to the good Lord above for giving me a new day each morning I wake up!