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dotinthesky) wrote2005-06-24 11:22 am
dotinthesky) wrote2005-06-24 11:22 am
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Nee Naw Experience
I was sitting in my kitchen this morning, writing in my paper journal, when the intercom rang. I picked it up and this guy said "can you let me in?" I replied that I couldn't let anyone in unless I knew them, to which he then said that he was a carer for the man in apartment ##, and that the man was having a seizure at that very moment in our hallway!
So I let the carer in and stepped out. I asked if he needed help, if I should call someone. I could hear someone gurgling; he said no, he was fine. I looked down the staircase and there was a black man in his forties lying on the stone floor, his eyes bulging out and staring at nothing. His carer had a hand on his cheek and was kneeling beside him.
I came back into the apartment and told Kevin what was happening. A few minutes later, I heard what sounded like crying. This morbid thought crossed my mind that the guy had died and his carer was upset! I went outside my apartment again and the man wasn't in the same spot anymore; there was a sound of thrashing body, gurgling and moaning. I climbed down to see if I could help with anything; the man was having another seizure, this time further down (closer to his apartment door?) His carer was speaking to someone on his cellphone.
Five minutes later, as I was coming out of the building, an ambulance arrived. I held the door open for one of the medics (a very calm woman) to carry her bags inside. The carer came running up towards them and I had a chance to look at him. I wondered if he realized I was the guy who'd let him in earlier.
I hope my neighbour is ok...
So I let the carer in and stepped out. I asked if he needed help, if I should call someone. I could hear someone gurgling; he said no, he was fine. I looked down the staircase and there was a black man in his forties lying on the stone floor, his eyes bulging out and staring at nothing. His carer had a hand on his cheek and was kneeling beside him.
I came back into the apartment and told Kevin what was happening. A few minutes later, I heard what sounded like crying. This morbid thought crossed my mind that the guy had died and his carer was upset! I went outside my apartment again and the man wasn't in the same spot anymore; there was a sound of thrashing body, gurgling and moaning. I climbed down to see if I could help with anything; the man was having another seizure, this time further down (closer to his apartment door?) His carer was speaking to someone on his cellphone.
Five minutes later, as I was coming out of the building, an ambulance arrived. I held the door open for one of the medics (a very calm woman) to carry her bags inside. The carer came running up towards them and I had a chance to look at him. I wondered if he realized I was the guy who'd let him in earlier.
I hope my neighbour is ok...
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It was actually the first time I saw the man who had the seizure, so he must spend a lot of his time inside his apartment.