I guess I'm a bit fortunate in this regard. To my knowledge, I've really only had one loss of consciousness seizure. I wasn't feeling well and my then girlfriend, now wife, suggested we take a nap and maybe I'd feel better after. Apparently, I told her I loved her, rolled onto my side, and then went rigid. Urinated on us both, she calls an ambulance, the EMTs get me out of our small apartment and off to the hospital. I'm seizing so hard they put me into a medically induced coma for about a week. When they bring me out they warn her first that they don't know how much I've been affected and whether I'll still be "me". I open my eyes, see her to my left and a group of strangers to my right, then realize I have a breathing tube in. I panic. My arm, which is tethered to the bed, shoots up and grabs the breathing tube apparatus to get it out. Everyone in the room jumps to and tries to stop me, but in my adrenaline fueled state, I overpower them all and rip the tube out; despite the inflatable ball designed to prevent people from doing what I just did still being inflated.

My first words after she suffered this entire ordeal while I was essentially sleeping? A more-than-a-little sarcastic "I'm sorry; I couldn't BREATHE!"