My guest immediately offered to call him Seva, and said that he addressed it merged cops, he considered it his duty to call me as soon as the hospital, and then I will go to look for housing. I gasped as this insolent invasion into my apartment looked exactly as if he was going to live with me. We drank a bottle, treated ourselves sausage and tea with cake, I went out for some need in the room, and suddenly heard a loud kitchen inhuman cry. I thought Seva stepped on a cat. She loves to watch me under the table. But it was a very loud scream. I tore into the kitchen and saw another nightmare. Seva was lying on his back between the sofa and the kitchen table ... I have never seen this, guys, it's so awful ... Lay people, arms extended in front of him, and his head and shoulders, and legs literally bouncing up so fast muscles contract ... wheeze scary, frothing at the mouth, and head on the floor all the time ... Cat on the back of the sofa back arched, hissing - frightened too.
I ran to him, pushed the table, his hand tucked under his head. The first thing that occurred to me - in the hospital nedolechili something, again pills drunk! Always in my presence ?! Even anger took. I really do not like all these stories with manipulators who pretend suicide on every occasion. Let him in front of his family, which they indulge, I have something to do with it ?! But rather, by itself, it has caused. Literally five minutes later we arrived at this time. Seva this time seizures stopped, but he remained somehow disoriented or something ... I do not answer questions, screamed, tried to get up, fell. Paramedic diagnosed - an epileptic seizure on the background of alcohol reception. Wheeled medicine for some, a Seva came. Yes, he said, he suffers from epilepsy since birth. Look in the suitcase medication. The hospital is not necessary. Yes, you can not drink, do not drink almost never, but here's the case, I know what a fool. "Lie down. If it gets worse, call again."
She left soon, I returned to the kitchen, my head is empty ... on the floor of the idiot is ... picked it up on the couch, just the back is not disrupted. Brought out of the room pillow, blanket - I look, and he fell asleep. A pillow under his head slipped, covered with a blanket - not even stir. I slept very badly that night. Everything ran to look like Seva. And he had slept until eight in the morning in the same position. I even probe him a couple of times, whether alive.
In the morning he opened his eyes, saw the omelet on the table ... and threw it on the floor. I already offended - like so, my firm scrambled eggs - and this response! I got up to the toilet along the wall, out - apologizes, says that after the attack the next day he had a terrible headache, one hand pulling the cloth, the other to the wall held. I have it back on the sofa bed, lie, say, fucking janitor. All podtёrla, brewed tea, put a number of crackers, in case you still hungry. Medicines from his suitcase on the table, too, laid out ... and there is an entire cosmetic bag with a bunch of bottles and blisters.
At work, things were not going too. I still wondered what to do. It is clear that at least another day to me of this treasure did not get rid of. No human being is - push out on the street person in a difficult moment, but the patient still. Google first aid in epilepsy. I was shocked by what I primeval knowledge in this area. But in life, thank God, did not come across. I thought, and did not have to. And did you go ... You never know where the straw podstelit. Naguglit that epileptics often during attacks die, if there's no one there: head smash, break neck, choke with fear ... Seva call, he did not even understand half asleep, what I mean. Then he reassured me: epilepsy had a long time, the doctor is constantly observed, what to do - he knows, and he attacks the past five years, only once or twice a year to live and work do not interfere. Shutkanul even. "Do not worry, do not die here without you." Again, I sighed with relief.
She came home in the evening, back in the shop on the way hopped, chose it for a long time, that there will be. The door to the apartment open up their keys ... stands in the hallway Seva, clutching with both hands at the bedside table, as if he and the cabinet alone on deck of a ship in a storm. Pale as death, all forehead in sweat, his teeth clenched, his eyes frightened. "You are a very long time ... I will be back ..." And with that the animal falls to the ground screaming. So much for the "once a year"!
The second time it was no less terrible. After the seizures I bedolagu somehow stir up, I took (though rather pulled) into the room. I sleep on a sofa bed, a double, it is wide and soft, not like the couch in the kitchen, are less likely to fall down and cripple. Seva to bed somehow reached, plop on her stomach - and lies, Mordecai in the pillow. I'm trying to turn over, and he sleeps without the hind legs! Shifted to one side, he did not lead his ear. Then I realized how they, epileptics, pants ... ((((very scary. I went to sleep next to Seva, again woke up a few times, check it out.
The next day, we, of course, went to his doctor (luckily, I had a day off), sent him there to the analysis and study all sorts, but the doctor told him at once that such a dramatic acceleration of attacks is connected not only with alcohol but also with antidepressants that Seve was appointed after the hospital, and they prove to be contraindicated in epilepsy. Scolded "bought a diploma," the psychiatrist. Of course, after that and went to a psychiatrist for his new appointment. Then to a pharmacy, and how. In the evening went to the car, Seva wife called, dissatisfied, why he has yet to pick up things, the neighbors complain that swamped the vestibule, promise to incite fire ... I'm looking at the Seva, and he exhausted all of today pale. She remembered that he still had a migraine should be ... He and his wife broke off, removed the phone, leaned back, looking ... "The doctor said that the first time until the body gets used to the new medicine may be more attacks." And looking at me in silence with their enormous eyes. I, too, was silent. "You know, I can, and insolent, but I do not think I have the right to all that you exert." Silent, the steering wheel. "Come on now'll pick my wife, I'll take things right now, and leave in any hostel." And I say nothing and think how the world is rotten, if a person is in a difficult situation so sure that it now thrown out into the street to fight in convulsions! What things do you carry now a hostel! If my house seven in the shops were still clear, as well? The cat I live, what I want, then turn back. For him, and he said that he insulted me with such assumptions. He stopped and stared at the windshield.
House Showa after dinner wanted to lie down again on the sofa in the kitchen, but I pushed him into the room. "Lie down on the bed, it would be safer if an attack begins." In past times because everything happened in the evening. Seva looked incredulously at me, I felt like shutkanut, but restrained himself. "And you're on that horrible sofa bed will be, or what?" "I am close to you, or how I can help you?" It seemed to me that his eyes grew even more. And then he began to cry. With howling and large tears from his eyes, as children cry. How, then, on the roof. "Sev, well, what about you? Well OK it! Okay, super-duper, chiki-Pokey and everything!" He jabbed his fist into the side. "Live long as necessary will feel better - then decide!" He calmed down and nuzzled my shoulder. And only then I realized that if I'm scared and anxious, how scary it! First wife drove, then attempt suicide, nuthouse, lost job, nowhere to live, yet they suddenly returning attacks ... Not everyone is generally survive! I patted him on the shoulder. Friendly. "North and North?" But he was fast asleep.
I wondered how this could be - that people live together for ten years, such as love each other, and suddenly here so suddenly, "I do not need more." I need another. I asked Seva, but he did not want to discuss it. Only he asserted that no "cooling sensation", he did not notice until that ill-fated trip. My wife always took care of him. Of course, she was informed about his illness, and it did not bother her, he was sure.
Then we went to pick up his belongings. I called an acquaintance with him, as Seva can not pull of gravity, and I also was not going to work as a loader. I saw her, his wife. Yes, beautiful, well-groomed. The door was opened to us in the vestibule, and once back in the apartment. And her new guy saw. The boxers went to the site, hairy, square jaw. Seva a thousand times nicer. It's like this guy saw, already furious, rushed at him, with silence ... Well, that contact Ruslan was, he kept it, because I was very scared that the man Seva kill with one blow, or to attack will bring. The man who broke the mat for the whole staircase, called Seva biodegradable waste, advised him to complete a failed suicide, and said that even strange how such a beautiful woman could live for many years with the "waste of the Evolution, which even children can not bear." I thought poor Seva in place a stroke, so he blushed. We took him in the car, do all things peretaskat machine almost cracked. But really I do not want to go back a second time. Seva was silent all the way, and as soon as the apartment went, fell ... attack ... Three days was not, and here again. You can not, he was so nervous, of course. Ruslan was in shock when I saw this nightmare. Himself all things out of my car he brought to the apartment, he drove her to the parking lot, while I was sitting with Seva. Seva came to himself, apologized, as if he is guilty ... bed, he fell asleep, and we sat with Ruslan midnight, drove teas. He promised to help, look for the familiar property, someone he rents affordable. I asked to recall when it becomes relevant. Also I wondered what people in the world are, and where they buried conscience. At the tip of the needle, the needle in the egg, egg in a duck?
To be continued...
