Somewhere near the company where I work, I realize that I am having seizures and should not be driving. By this point, I know I should not be driving. I know what is going on. I park the car in a lot on the company property, but the company sprawls over many acres. All I remember is that it is Red Level C. I wrote it down on a piece of paper in some scrawly, unrecognizable handwriting. Technically, I shouldn't be parked there, but I did it by apparently backing into the lot through the exit because the entrance had a gate and a guard. I parked the car and tried to navigate my way to my boss's office, even with all of this, all I could think was that I must make this meeting and make a good impression. I'll be fine, I told myself.

One out of the lot, though, I realized I was not fine. I could not orient myself or find the right building. I went to the security desk to ask for help. To ask them to call 911 and to tell them I am epileptic, but when I got there, I realized I could not speak. Amazingly, nobody did anything to help me at this desk. To recap, I could not speak, though I tried, I could not ask for help, I had not emergency medical tag on or even a slip of paper explaining (I do now, and I wear two medical ID bracelets for security).

A nice woman walking by heard me stutter out my secretary's name and offered to take me to the right building. I went with her and we said nothing, mostly because I couldn't speak. After arriving in the building, I apparently had another grand mal in the lobby, though again, I don't remember, just the tell-tale signs of people staring. Again, nobody called 911, though I was asked to show my corporate ID badge (again, it seems to me that it may have been assumed that I was some kind of junky, despite my nice floral sun dress and my Japanese freshwater pearls given to me on my wedding day by my mother, and while I know that all types do drugs, would I really dress up and leave the house and head to work to do them?) None of it made sense.

Eventually, my secretary did find me somehow and she escorted me to the waiting area where I sat, drinking an ice-tea she brought for me and waiting to be called by my boss. Irene, my secretary, knew something was wrong. She asked several times and I tried to speak but again, it was a struggle and mostly a stutter. I was then called into my boss's office where I was supposed to give a presentation. I was in there for about five minutes before I "did the dance of the seven veils" as he told me later that day when he rang me.