About 6 years ago was the last. Status epilepticus. I'm epileptic. Take this as tripping or reality, doesn't matter to me.
Happened during my sleep at first. Started seizing, puked, suffocated a bit, still seizing. Luckily someone was home to call ambulance.
Left my body, saw them tube me in it so I could breath. Collapsed my lung by mistake. It happens. Later confirmed this looking at my medical charts.
Got lost for a moment.
From there I floated into who knows where and lost track of them. There were some weird statues and odd gate. No, not some heavenly gate or anything
from ... anything ... I can think of. The surroundings were like being in outer space. There was a strong pull, pulling me inwards towards the gate. 6
of these statues just kind of staring at me. They didn't feel evil but didn't feel pleasant. I "knew" that was it if "I didn't get back". So I
struggled for what I guess was about a week focusing on my family to get back to them. Not going to get too personal as I'm brand new here.
Eventually it worked and I shot back to earth. I guess after 3 hours of seizing and no drugs working they put me into a medical coma. They failed to
wake properly me over the week - I just kept immediately seizing. The final time they tried was when I apparently "succeeded in coming back", tubed.
They confirmed it was put in in the ambulance later. After coughing it out per their instructions, I was tripping from the drugs for a bit, seeing
random crap in the hospital until the drugs wore off some. Some things I swear were .. not human and not hallucinations but I won't go there. Others
definitely hallucinations from the drugs so I don't put much weight on this part.
SO was told I'd be "retarded" (not to be offensive, this is literal) or I'd be unable to walk but I was walking within a couple days. I guess my brain
didn't get damaged like they thought. Fingers crossed it doesn't happen again.
There's more to it but, I'll leave it there.
As for non-dead near death, every tonic-clonic is my body locking up, losing control of my mind while trying to squeeze out a sound to get someone's
attention or reach a phone, then losing awareness and blacking out. I don't imagine death to be any different. The night I would have died if nobody
was home, I would not have been aware (unless I was indeed out of my body) so, I consider each TC seizure (the kind they tend to show on TV, shaking
and stuff) basically the same. The only difference being I may have a gunshot, stab wound or vehicle on my head but the experience of my mind cutting
out will be the same I figure. It imposes a feeling of terror that a lot of other epileptics seem to be unable to recall.
Your post caught my attention and made me sign up. Kudos.
Thanks to the rest for sharing.
Life is fickle. Not that precious but also very precious. I can't explain it. Enjoy it while you can folks!
edit on 29-2-2024 by Iteration46
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