Last week, first thing in the morning, I was sitting in the LRC (Learning Resource Centre) or using the old-fashioned name, the library, when I suddenly heard a thump and a thud.
I turned around to see a young man shuddering on the floor.
He was making strange, whimpering sounds.
He was in the throws of a seizure.
Lying on his side, he was convulsing.
His body twisted with tension.
There was a look of anguish in his eyes.
Both of us felt helpless.
I because there was nothing that I could do to help.
He because he knew that he simply had to let this fit pass.
Small bits of foam began to appear from his mouth.
The library staff took control and asked everyone to leave.
To give this poor lad some privacy.
The medics arrived as I was leaving.
Helping him up as he slowly relaxed and they were able to take him to a quieter, less exposed area, making him more comfortable.
It must be so difficult having such a condition, not knowing when or where it's going to effect you.
I turned around to see a young man shuddering on the floor.
He was making strange, whimpering sounds.
He was in the throws of a seizure.
Lying on his side, he was convulsing.
His body twisted with tension.
There was a look of anguish in his eyes.
Both of us felt helpless.
I because there was nothing that I could do to help.
He because he knew that he simply had to let this fit pass.
Small bits of foam began to appear from his mouth.
The library staff took control and asked everyone to leave.
To give this poor lad some privacy.
The medics arrived as I was leaving.
Helping him up as he slowly relaxed and they were able to take him to a quieter, less exposed area, making him more comfortable.
It must be so difficult having such a condition, not knowing when or where it's going to effect you.
