Unfiltered Story #184576

, , | Unfiltered | February 5, 2020

(I have a very serious seizure disorder, which can be worsened by smoking, or flashing lights. I am with a couple of friends in a Restaurant that allows it’s patrons to smoke nearby the door. Some of the smoke is coming in and it’s making me feel sick. My friend’s are nursing students and we are celebrating that they all passed their finals with A’s. It’s also important to note that one of them has a service dog, who has grown quite attatched to me.)

Me: “Man, all this smoke is killing me.”

( I end up falling to the floor and having a seizure, but this is not a full Grand Mal, But a tiny seizure, therefore I am conscious and can hear and see everything around me, although my eyes look like they’re in the back of my head.)

Friend 1: ” (Friend 2) go and get our kits out of the car, I’ll support her head and move her out into a more open space.”

(My friend cushions my head in her lap and is talking to me while waiting for their stuff. The Service Dog comes up and is whinnying over me. Another Customer comes up and decides that he knows what to do to help me.)

Customer 1: “You’re doing this all wrong! She’s having a heart attack, not a seizure! You need to move so that we can call an ambulance and start CPR!!!!!!)

(My Friend remaining calm holds up my wrist which has a medical alert bracelet on it, stating that I have seizures.)

Friend 1: “I know what I’m doing you need to back up!”

(Friend 2# rushes in with their kits, and they begin looking at my blood pressure and checking my blood sugar levels. Customer 1# becomes enraged and pushes Friend 2# over onto the floor and tries to grab me away from friend 1#. The service dog leans over and snaps at the Customers’s Hand and growls threatening while standing over me.)

Customer 1: “That damn mut almost took my hand off!!! I’m calling the police!!!!!”

(He ends up storming out of the shop, and I come to. My friends start joking with me about maybe I should adopt their service dog, when the manager comes up with a cold washcloth.)

Manager: Thank you for helping her out, and for dealing with that guy, Here’s this to make you feel better. And here’s this for the little hero.”

(The Manager sets down a plate that has some meat trimmings on it, that out dog goes nuts over. All in all wasn’t too bad of a night.)