The day I forgot my life
My seizure came out of the blue five years ago. It took away memories I’ve never been able to recover and I have no memory of it happening.
As I lay in a hospital bed, my partner Tony had to explain that at around 3am, I had been making strange noises that had woken him up. Thinking I wasn’t breathing, he started doing CPR on me, before asking our eldest daughter to call for an ambulance.
By the time the paramedics arrived, I had regained consciousness – though I don’t remember this. The last thing I recall is sitting on our bed at home with an ambulance crew surrounding me. They had tried to establish my level of awareness
