As if all the fun we had Sunday morning wasn't enough, it didn't end there. Trying to keep things calm, we figured we'd just hang out and do nothing except sit around and decompress. With any luck, by the time the kids did come home and we had to speak to another human being, it would be late in the day and the events of the morning would just be long gone. Unfortunately, someone out there decided that just wouldn't do.
Around noon we were kicking back and watching an old movie when I was visited by yet another unwelcome visitor. At least, I guess that's what time it was, because I really have no idea. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the back of the ambulance, on my way to the hospital. That's right, I had a seizure. Joy of joys - could the day get any better? At least the ride wasn't a horrible one, but I still had to go through the whole barrage of questions in the back of the bus while they determine if I've come out of my stupor. It took a while, but eventually I came around.