The other day I found myself in a situation that I've been in before. A young man was having a grand mal seizure and I found myself assisting with the situation. I've only been in a situation one other time when someone I didn't know was having a grand mal. Hers was not nearly as violent. The young man's seizure lasted about 3 minutes. It took about 15 minutes for him to recover to the point he could get up and his mom could help him get in the car.
The thing that struck me about the entire situation was the clarity of thought and focus I had in being able to help him. I knew exactly what to do. On the other hand, I'm a complete basket case when my own grandson has a grand mal which I've seen too many times to count. I panic, I've been known to yell (one time when he was in the hospital I was screaming into the hallway "HE'S SEIZING! HE'S SEIZING!!")
Seeing someone have a grand mal is alarming. No matter how many times you've seen it. Seeing your grandson have a grand mal is horrifying.
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