OK, here goes my attempt to top the old-lady story. This one, in fact, starts in a similar way. About four years ago, I was at the gym on a treadmill. Four or five treadmills over, a young man who had been running fell down and began to have a grand mal seizure, his treadmill still running. The poor soul, before anyone could get to him or turn his machine off, he lost control of his bowels and bladder, which both must have been incredibly full. Frankly, I don't see how he had been able to run.

Anyway, the smell was just overpoweringly bad, and it quickly filled the cardio room at the gym. There he lay, machine still whirring along, him down alongside it, spasming from his seizure. Urine was running all into his machine and down into the electrical tract that supplied that whole row of treadmills. More poop squeezed out of his shorts with every subsequent seizure contraction. And everyone just froze.

Now, I worked as a paramedic for seven years a good many years ago and have seen a lot of really grotesque things. But this was one of the grossest. And Iā??m ashamed to say I was as frozen as everyone else. (At least I didnā??t run out the gym door and get sick at my stomach like another lady.) Eventually it occurred to me to remember my fire-rescue training and yell for someone to shut off the master power switch so no one, including the poor young man, got electrocuted. Then we were able to pull him into a clearer spot and put a blanket over him till the fire department arrived.

Fortunately, the young man was fine. Bless his heart, it turns out heā??d been very busy and had forgotten to take his seizure medicine for about three days, which Iā??m sure is an oversight he wonā??t ever make again. The memory of that odor has not faded as fast as I wish it had. And Iā??m afraid that the young man never came back to the gym again, which I suppose I can sort of understand. Still, he couldnā??t help what happened as a result of a seizure.
birdgirl73 Reviewed by birdgirl73 on . dont go here I WARNED YOU Rating: 5