what's been going on with me
Nobody probably noticed, but I haven't had many posts here since last Wednesday. I didn't feel well on Wednesday. I woke up Thursday in the back of an ambulance. Here's what happened (after being filled in).
Wednesday I didn't feel well, so I didn't have much of an appetite. I had some chicken soup for dinner and went to bed. I woke up Thursday, walked down the stairs, sat on the couch, and had a grand mal seizure. [I am diabetic, the lack of food to keep my blood sugar levels in balance with the insulin I take caused my sugar to plummit super low]. My wife called 911 as I lay face down on the couch bleeding from my mouth as I tried to bite off my tounge.
3 EMTs and 1 cop arrived in not very long. I had no idea what was going on, but people were holding me down - so I tried to fight them. I fought them very well. One of the EMTs later described me as having "Super MMA fighting ability." The 4 of them ended up wrestling me down, handcuffing me, and putting me in a submission hold. I continued to fight until they gave me some breathing room, then I calmed down. I have vague images and flashes of memory for this part, but no real memory. [note: I do not do well with being restrained, but how would they do their job without restraining me]. They could not beleive how strong I was, capably fighting 4 men at once in a state of semi-consciousness. I am a skinny guy, not a weightlifter or anything. I suffered my bleeding tongue, floor burns on my chin, foot, and elbow, bruised/cut wrists from the handcuffs [one of our Lts. here at work says they wrong to use handcuffs, and should have used gauze]. Besides my tongue, my wrists are what hurts me the most. They sat me up and leaned me forward and put IV lines in my back, as my arms were indisposed.
So, I started coming-to in the ambulance, realizing I was in an ambulance but not knowing why. This is where I start having memories. They got me to the hospital where I started feeling my body. My head especially. Oh my head. Good God did that hurt. It hurt so bad I threw up. Several times. They took blood, gave me CT scans, chest X-rays, and admitted me for observation. I got my own room at least. I half-slept most of the day. My wife was there and my mother came too. Everyone left about 8:00, and I was asleep by 9:00. I had IV fluids the whole time, as I couldn't really eat. Friday I got an appetite back and was released by about noon.
So, that sucked.
Wednesday night we got an offer on our townhouse. My memory of this was erased and I had to relearn everything about the offer when I came around on Thursday night. We were asking 149,900. They offered 139,900. We countered with 141,900 - very close to their number, just enough that we walk away without owing anything. They declined the counter. So, we accepted their 139,900 so we can move on with life. Then, the assbags send over the paperwork and start asking for more, like certain decorations and all the curtains and stuff. My realtor tells them to get bent, as they wouldn't budge at all on the price. We sign the contracts. So, they are closing on my house (I have to be out) on May 26th. That leaves me 5 weeks to find another house, put in an offer, come to a deal, close, move out/in. It's going to be tight.
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Re: what's been going on with me
. I hope **** looks up for you soon, and you get something to eat. This was a good read btw. Especially: 
Originally Posted by BobMs_wht2k2
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