ok decided to make a thread, sort of a public service announcement
because what we believe happened to my otherwise healthy 21 year old son is some scary fucking shit
last tuesday morning around 5am i was jolted out of sleep by my sopne #1 yelling up the stairs MOM DAD JAKE'S ON THE FLOOR CALL 911 BLAH BLAH HOLY SHIT
sopne #1 lives in what was supposed to be my mancave in my awesome walkout basement, story for another time. suffice to say his bedroom is directly underneath my main floor kitchen
anyway he's sound asleep when he's woken up by persistent thumping coming from his ceiling (below kitchen floor)
he comes upstairs to see sopne #2 unconscious on the kitchen floor
yells for me and mrs. shakin up upstairs, she gets down there before me and is screaming for me to call 911. i'm upstairs like "WHAT AM I CALLING 911 FOR???" i'm thinking the smoke detectors aren't going off, i didn't hear sopne #1 when he originally told us my other kid was down
i come downstairs and see the worst thing i've ever seen in my life. out cold. wife and other kid panicking. looking at me to fix it and fix it now
i tell wifey to get on 911, she does, but she's a blabbering mess so sopne #1 takes over the call as i make sure my kid is breathing. he is, but labored. and drooling. so no cpr
i try to sit him up, trying to wake him up, he's dead weight. i'm behind him with arms under his, propping him up on the floor. just holding him. after about 5 minutes he starts coming to but is completely incoherent and clearly out of it. he starts getting combative. all fuckhell starts breaking loose
ems is around the corner and i'm trying to restrain him
they come in and immediately "oh we see this all the time, he's dusted" and 6 guys are struggling to hold my kid down. he's clearly not there but is freaking out calling for his mom, begging for his mom to help
they jab him with sedatives, he stops fighting and he's boarded up and in the ambulance for transport. all the while the cops and ems are sure he's on pcp
as they're prepping him for transport in the ambulance, my wife goes in his room and finds a full bottle of unisom sleep aid next to his bed
meanwhile in teh kitchen where he was, there's bread, peanut butter, and jelly on the counter, with one slice peanut buttered, and one slice jellied, like he was a second away from slappng them together and having a sandwich. who the fuck trips on pcp and makes a pbj? they jump off fucking fire escapes. my son has always had trouble sleeping and it's not unusual for him to be up in the wee hours making food
anyway to get to the point, at the hosp all his drug tests come back negative on day one. after all the neuro tests over 3-4 days (cat, mri, eeg, everything), all his neuro stuff comes up fine. not relevant to the story but the trauma of the seizure and the physical restraint caused a shit ton of problems that caused his kidneys to almost fail, but that's another story, and he's good on that front for now
so now the public service announcement: one single fucking UNISOM pill is basically what we are 99.9% sure is the cause of his seizure. ONE FUCKING OVER THE COUNTER PILL. it's in their "rare side effects" small print, but it's all right there, exactly what happened to my kid.
just got the boy home an hour ago, he still has to get a bunch of tests but i wanted him out of the hospital. we got good connections with great specialists.
held it together all fucking week, gonna go have my fucking melt down out in the woodshop for tonight.
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