I wrecked a car on a country road in Connecticut coming home from the second shift. I had a grand mal seizure. I been getting about 1 every other year or so, so I am legally allowed to drive.
The state troopers arrived. They started asking their “circle questions.” Like where were you going? Where were you coming from? When did you think you were going to get there? What time did you leave? What road did you take? Where were going? (Again). Of course I was slurring, because I bit my tongue. I always do when I have these. They began to see that I was rapidly regaining my alertness. One of the troopers drive me home. He put me shotgun.
On an aside, while he was driving me home, he said, “We are living in weird times.” This was about 1 week before Sandy Hook.
It was the last time I have had a seizure, thank God. I have since got a bracelet to warn anyone who finds me, of what might be possibly happening to me.