We woke up early this morning because my wife was having a hard time sleeping and got a message about our flights being canceled. So she gets it switched to an earlier flight and we rush to get everything loaded that we didn’t do the night before.
Running good, right on time and a little ahead of our original schedule.
We park, catch the shuttle, get our tags, get the bags checked and passports checked, then head to security. All is running fine.
We get to the checkpoint, we’re sent around to another one (they made this as miserable as possible), then we get all our bags set up, shoes in, stroller folded… Then the TSA people split us up because the big scanner has all the bins queued up and the stroller can’t go through, so they direct me to an adjacent alternate checkpoint with the stroller. I just head right over so I can collect bags on the other side.
I stick it in and they take me through the metal detector, then grab the stroller and head around to grab the bags. We get the bags over to the special check point because I have medical stuff that needs validation, and I hear on the radio a medical emergency.
Someone finds me and asks if I was with anyone, then lead me back. My wife is on the ground with a puddle of blood around her head and a couple TSA agents making sure she doesn’t move until the medics get there. Another TSA agent was holding our son.
I freaked out.
She was fine literally moments earlier. Maybe 90 seconds passed from my going to the other lane and seeing her on the ground.
The TSA agent saw her just start having a seizure out of the blue, falling over, clipping the corner of the table where the bins are loaded, and landing on the floor. Thankfully our son was on the other side and well behaved. He didn’t even really seem to know what was happening.
I thought she had just died out of the blue or something. It was so terrifying. Her eyes were open and she seemed to be moving under her own control, but she doesn’t remember anything until about when she started talking. As you might imagine, she’s having a hard time with it because she just lost control of herself and finds herself injured without knowing how or why until we explain it to her.
We’re there for a while as the ambulance is on the way and the police get there. She contemplated continuing on and catching the flight until I check her for the origin of the blood and find that she has a huge gash in her scalp.
She ends up going to the nearest hospital, I go separately to reschedule the flight for two days from now, get my son and I back to the car, then head to the ER. It was complicated, but we’re home now and she’s resting with the gash stapled up and having had a bunch of scans, but they still have no clue why it happened. It has never happened before, totally out of the blue, so they don’t want her doing anything even slightly dangerous on her own, including driving (she drove us to the airport! If it happened 20 minutes earlier, we’d all be in a hospital right now after crashing the car at highway speeds), swimming, and showering.
So here we are still in the cold north instead of Los Angeles (where we’d be right now) getting on our flight out of the country. Two years since we last traveled and this was how it went. sighs
I’m so glad she’s okay. Watching her closely to make sure it doesn’t happen again. She has never had anything like this ever occur, so we’re all very confused.