Best way to clean up after a BBQ.
Yesterday (27th) @ about 3.45pm we had an Un-Australia Day BBQ as a back to work, back to school end of holidays kinda celebration. Lots of friends and family over, we had just finished the BBQ and were sitting back having some well made caprioskas and beers. Mick was being his usual annoying self and had just finished poking Duffy with a broom stick when his eyes glazed over and his fists come up clenching near his chest. A look horror on his face made me realise that something really really bad was happening to him physically.
I called out to him and ran over and at the same time he slowly rolled backwards - I managed to catch his head before it hit the wooden floor. Not sure what was going on and assuming he was having a heart attack I screamed for someone to phone the ambos and for someone to take the kids upstairs to watch a dvd, and for someone to go to our neighbours house and find our fireman neighbour - who is also a first aid guru. He was making growling noises, was clenched up and having very severe seizures. He then stopped breathing and turned blue, and I realised we had to get him into a recovery position (not easy given he is 130kg, 190cms and at this stage fitting very violently. It took me, Dean and Paul to roll him over onto his side.
Duffy the amazing unresponsible adult - who previously got us thrown out of such wonderful establishments as Tradies and the Vinyl room - was the calm one on the phone directing the ambos. Kellie and Leeny and Clint got the kids upstairs and Christy went in search of the fireman. After what seemed like a painful and horrible and fucked up eternity (4 mins) his breathing recommended. His jaws and mouth were locked and we attempted to clear his mouth (which we have now learnt - is super dangerous - don't try this at home kids!! as he could have bitten off our fingers). I did manage to get my thumb down the back of his jawline and depress his tongue as we turned him and tilted his neck.
The fitting subsided and his suddenly went very limp and into a really really deep sleep - complete with snoring. By stage the fireman was there and he was helping him to regain consciousness and consoling me that Mick wasn't having a heart attack and dying (GOD the shit that ran through my mind about him dying terrified the absolute bejesus out of me). Literally by the 5 minute mark the ambos where here and Mick was regaining consciousness. When he finally was able to sit up - I was still shit scared but I was feeling positive that he wasn't dying - just yet.
The ambos administed first aid, tests etc . Mick was still not cognitively there - didn't know who he was, where he was or what happened or who we were for about 35 mins. Slowly he started to come back and we helped him to the bathroom to change his clothes (voluntary bladder) before going to hospital. Luckily my beautiful friends and family were in the house and were able to look after the kids (youngest 2 - Tabba was at Simons thank god).
St George was backed up so we went to Bankstown Hospital - in the ambo on the way his cognition came back online to about 90% and by the time he was admitted he was back 100%.
After tests (lots of them) doctors diagnosis EPILEPSY. Tests have ruled out random causes of epilepsy such as metabolic or brain injury and it looks as if its just a dodgy gene. Mick had had a generalised Tonic Clonic Seizure. Apparently he had been having 'Petite Mals' since late last year and put the momentary 'zone outs' as stress or heat (he had some in Bali). We were able to be discharged at 9pm and went home. Jappy was okay ( his friend at school has epilsepy) but Safi was really freaked out about it. Tabba got home about 10.30 and was relieved to see Mick was okay (I had earlier phoned her from the hospital).
Couldn't sleep much all night (expecting another seizure, but managed to drift off to sleep about 4am ish. Woke heaps early and started online reading and research. Mick woke fine as cant believe the fuss *ha* but realises our concerns and his are valid. So today he has been ringing all the extended rellos to find a genetic link - but there is nothing on his dads side - his mums side died with her. So perhaps there is something back on his mothers side.
Today has been heaps weird. Many flashbacks and I have a had a chance to have a good sigh, cry and get over it. Safi is very clinging, whingy and sways between being super affection to Mick to deploying avoidance strategies. I am back to work tomorrow (terrified he may have a fit on his own) but I have to get back and move on with stuff. Tabba will be home most of tomorrow and as soon as he has booked his medical appointment - I will take time off work to go with him to the specialists. He has managed to shuffle things around with work in the short term. We will manage fine - like everything else life chucks at ya, we will get through this. I am sure his next seizure will be scary but at least I know he isn't dying AND i know what to do during an epileptic seizure.
Anyways why is this the best way to clean up??? Well my fabulous friends, also traumatised by the incident - set about cleaning up and packing everything away from the BBQ!!!
I called out to him and ran over and at the same time he slowly rolled backwards - I managed to catch his head before it hit the wooden floor. Not sure what was going on and assuming he was having a heart attack I screamed for someone to phone the ambos and for someone to take the kids upstairs to watch a dvd, and for someone to go to our neighbours house and find our fireman neighbour - who is also a first aid guru. He was making growling noises, was clenched up and having very severe seizures. He then stopped breathing and turned blue, and I realised we had to get him into a recovery position (not easy given he is 130kg, 190cms and at this stage fitting very violently. It took me, Dean and Paul to roll him over onto his side.
Duffy the amazing unresponsible adult - who previously got us thrown out of such wonderful establishments as Tradies and the Vinyl room - was the calm one on the phone directing the ambos. Kellie and Leeny and Clint got the kids upstairs and Christy went in search of the fireman. After what seemed like a painful and horrible and fucked up eternity (4 mins) his breathing recommended. His jaws and mouth were locked and we attempted to clear his mouth (which we have now learnt - is super dangerous - don't try this at home kids!! as he could have bitten off our fingers). I did manage to get my thumb down the back of his jawline and depress his tongue as we turned him and tilted his neck.
The fitting subsided and his suddenly went very limp and into a really really deep sleep - complete with snoring. By stage the fireman was there and he was helping him to regain consciousness and consoling me that Mick wasn't having a heart attack and dying (GOD the shit that ran through my mind about him dying terrified the absolute bejesus out of me). Literally by the 5 minute mark the ambos where here and Mick was regaining consciousness. When he finally was able to sit up - I was still shit scared but I was feeling positive that he wasn't dying - just yet.
The ambos administed first aid, tests etc . Mick was still not cognitively there - didn't know who he was, where he was or what happened or who we were for about 35 mins. Slowly he started to come back and we helped him to the bathroom to change his clothes (voluntary bladder) before going to hospital. Luckily my beautiful friends and family were in the house and were able to look after the kids (youngest 2 - Tabba was at Simons thank god).
St George was backed up so we went to Bankstown Hospital - in the ambo on the way his cognition came back online to about 90% and by the time he was admitted he was back 100%.
After tests (lots of them) doctors diagnosis EPILEPSY. Tests have ruled out random causes of epilepsy such as metabolic or brain injury and it looks as if its just a dodgy gene. Mick had had a generalised Tonic Clonic Seizure. Apparently he had been having 'Petite Mals' since late last year and put the momentary 'zone outs' as stress or heat (he had some in Bali). We were able to be discharged at 9pm and went home. Jappy was okay ( his friend at school has epilsepy) but Safi was really freaked out about it. Tabba got home about 10.30 and was relieved to see Mick was okay (I had earlier phoned her from the hospital).
Couldn't sleep much all night (expecting another seizure, but managed to drift off to sleep about 4am ish. Woke heaps early and started online reading and research. Mick woke fine as cant believe the fuss *ha* but realises our concerns and his are valid. So today he has been ringing all the extended rellos to find a genetic link - but there is nothing on his dads side - his mums side died with her. So perhaps there is something back on his mothers side.
Today has been heaps weird. Many flashbacks and I have a had a chance to have a good sigh, cry and get over it. Safi is very clinging, whingy and sways between being super affection to Mick to deploying avoidance strategies. I am back to work tomorrow (terrified he may have a fit on his own) but I have to get back and move on with stuff. Tabba will be home most of tomorrow and as soon as he has booked his medical appointment - I will take time off work to go with him to the specialists. He has managed to shuffle things around with work in the short term. We will manage fine - like everything else life chucks at ya, we will get through this. I am sure his next seizure will be scary but at least I know he isn't dying AND i know what to do during an epileptic seizure.
Anyways why is this the best way to clean up??? Well my fabulous friends, also traumatised by the incident - set about cleaning up and packing everything away from the BBQ!!!
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