I am trying to get these written in a timely mannor, unlike my Oct WDW TR...
Part three
The Sillies go to Sea World, the San Antonio Zoo, and the Methodist Hospital E.R., not exactly in that order.
The next few minutes seemed like hours. I had no idea what to do, so of course I yelled at him. He was unconscious at first and then he started to come out of it, very disoriented. Maybe I didnt yell, but I at least raised my voice a little.
That is what everyone does when someone is non responsive, I work at a school with an auditory impairment program and I have seen it many times. People even yell with sign language. I can yell stop in sign like a pro. The kids are yelling too, and starting to panic. At this point about two minutes have passed. I collect my wits enough to realize that the kids need to get out of the car because watching this happen is horrifying for me, and must be worse for them. So I tell them to go stand on the sidewalk against the retaining wall, so that they are within my line of sight but away from their dad. They do as they are told, and I am once again aware of how good they really are. I can now hear the ambulance, but I cant see it yet. , Finally the ambulance arrives, followed about five minutes later by a first response team (boy do I feel safer now).
So the Medic guy comes over and I tell him what happened. He looks Mr. Silly over (who was unconscious until a minute before they got there). He is still more than a little disoriented. They ask him his name. He mostly gets it out. They ask him who I am, and he gets that right. They ask him how old he is and he says "25" and I crack up. Laughing.
I get a really funny look from the medic style guy when I bust out laughing. Look, I am a well schooled in finding the humor in things, I read Delswife. And it was pretty funny. One of the medic guys is worried because his pupils are still a little non responsive to light. I can tell because the other medic guy sends him away. I am a little too familiar with brain insults for my own good, and I am a little worried too. I would have been a lot more worried if he didnt know his name or who I was. Still some pretty dark thoughts are running through my mind. I do my best to keep those at bay, I know I will have an answer soon.
Mr. Silly is worried too. He is worried about his hat. His dark blue classic Mickey baseball cap with no flag or other distracting extras in the background. Just a plain blue cap with Mickey in his classic pose. It took us two years and three or four Disney trips to find that hat. He first got one like it on our epic 20 day WDW trip in May of 2004. But he committed a theme park sin and wore it into a non-Disney park. Plus he mocked the theme park gods by joking about it on the way in. Lost it on the log ride about an hour into the day.
Being well aware of the importance of the Mickey hat I have already secured it. Mickey hat will ride with me. They help him onto a stretcher and take him to the ambulance. Then they ask me where I want them to take him. Hello, dude, I just told you we dont live in San Antonio. I do not even know the names of any of the hospitals here. So why are you asking me? I assume they are not allowed to tell me which one to go to. He names three or four and I stare blankly back at him. He waits. Great, we are playing chicken. He breaks first, I had the upper hand since I really had no idea what to tell him, and he says how about the Southern Methodist Hospital. Excellent, fine, where is it?? So he says to follow him but if I lose him it is just off of some street and turn some way at some street blah blah blah. I stopped listening at the just follow part. I can do that. If I lose them I will have to ask for directions, I guess.
I dont lose then. I curse whoever it is that didnt put any parking near the E.R. entrance, but at least I found the place. There must have been six turns on the way there. I never would have found it myself. So I search the car for anything useful. Books, crayons, Happy Meal toys, anything for Max and Sophia to play with in the waiting room. I have been to E.R.s before and I am pretty sure we are looking at several hours at least. I also do one more cell phone check, maybe it slid under the seat? No. Darn. I have a second cousin in San Antonio, but I do not know their phone number and have no way to contact them. Oh well.
We go in, I settle Max and Sophia in a corner near the TV which is tuned to CNN so they were probably further traumatized, we dont watch the news anymore it has become way to graphic for my taste, so we read our news online. I am sure there was a car bomb in Iraq or a road side bomb, or some sort of gruesome destruction and loss of life being reported on. As soon as I sit them down, instruct them to talk to no one, and tell them to stay in their chairs, please, I go back to check on Steve. They have him in a room and a Doctor is looking at the Medics notes. He asks me again if it was one long seizure or if I am sure it was two in a row. Geesh, these people are fixated on that. Yes, it was two full cycles with a period of a minute or two between them.
For the next four hours Max and Sophia get to sit in chairs in the waiting room of the Methodist Hospitals E.R. and people watch. I get to run back and forth between the room Mr. Silly is in and the waiting room. There were no men in orange jump suits, but there were a couple of freaky people. You know, bleeding guy, moaning woman, talk talk talking to herself lady. Big fun. Way better than the new Shamu show. Plus I got them crayons and paper in the gift shop. They made paper airplanes and befriend a sweet little girl who is also stuck in the E.R. waiting room.
Every time I check on Mr. Silly the nurse updates me on what new drug they have mainlined into his blood stream. Holy crap did they load him up. Apparently it is not good to have a seizure but it really freaks doctors out if you have two long ones in a row. They gave him two anti seizure drugs. He had a reaction to one so they gave him three more things for that, topping him off with IV Benadryol (sp?). And every time I walk in the room Mr. Silly asks where his hat is. Three or four times. Because he has no short term memory yet. Apparently seizures can mess with your short term memory, and so can the drugs they treat seizures with. I had a little fun with that. Use your imagination.
So I bet you are wondering what we did after our ER visit. Right? Well they released Mr. Silly at about 6pm that same night. And I have very poor night vision. So we decided to go back to the hotel and sleep. I slept like a baby, I woke up every two hours. To check that everyone was ok. Mostly Mr. Silly, but Sophia and Max too. They all were fine. Every time I checked.
The next morning all Mr. Silly wants to do is sleep. But he wants me to take the kids to Sea World...
End part 3, next up the rest of the trip...
Y'all can all get real busy making me some birthday wishes now...k?!?! Juuuussstt kidding.
and 
35 isn't sucking too bad after all. (well, if you don't count how long it took me to get over my hangover yesterday - I think that is an age thing because I used to snap right back)
But thanks for backtracking. You're still da Man. 
I'm glad everything worked out fantastic for you!
to everyone else, I have to run. Everyone is bugging me to get going... We have an aggressive to do list:
