Years ago in Kalamazoo, MI, I was at a friend's house with his wife and a pal of mine. We were upstairs in his music studio listening to some of his new music and drinking beer before heading out for the night. He had an obnoxious strobe light near my feet. I had three sips of the beer when I started to feel as if something was crawling around in my head. I kept passing out, thinking I was at this bar "Club Soda" (unbeknownst to me, my brother was in town that night at THAT bar!). It was like falling asleep in class, dropping your pencil and the noise shocking you back into being awake. It kept happening. I knew something was wrong. I sat behind a P.A., away from the light but it still happened. I stood up and said, "I have to go, something isn't..." I opened the door, passed out, fell backwards, slammed the back of my head into metal shelving. Next thing I knew, I was downstairs, wet, cold, everybody staring at me asking if I was ok. I had a seizure! They put me in the shower with a small issue about my clothing and which male could be in the shower with me and not feel like a jerk (the clothes stayed on), walked me around outside and I mumbled a lot. I don't remember any of that. I had to see a neurologist and their tests concluded it was a freak accident. There I sat in a sheer patient robe, freezing, with two male doctors trying to convince me I had to have been on drugs. Jerks.


- M