Attaques

The dude next to me on the eliptical trainer totally had a seizure the other day. Not like a figurative seizure, but a real, true life, literal seizure. I was striding away, minding my own business with Vampire Weekend dominating the iPod and heard a thud. As I turned, the guy started seizing, foaming at the mouth and everything. Now, mind you, I am used to this sort of thing at work, but I like to keep my work and private life somewhat seperate. So I, and a couple of other gym rats (yeah, that's me, "gym rat") pushed everything aside and sat by this guy until paramedics came.
The crazy/annoying part was that he adamently refused transport to the hospital and blew it off like nothing happened. Jana is traumatized. I thought I was okay, but this guy keeps showing up at the same time I have been there in the morning. I have to use another machine across the room, almost too far to read the closed captioning at Fox News, because I can't bring myself to work out next to him again. Although I know that I'll be right there when he falls off the machine again. I'm good like that.