Ferrell Sasser's First Seizure

The first day:(by his daughter Miranda)Thursday May 6, 2010
It was an everyday normal day. Mom and the two of us girls got home from school. Austin wasn't home yet because he was at a friends house. Dad hadn't gotten home quite yet but me, Dayna, and Mom were helping me get ready for a Junior/Senior banquet that would be on the next night. When dad walked in the door he ate a piece of cake that Dayna had cooked. Dayna was still helping me get ready for the banquet on the couch in mom and dads bedroom. Dad just laid down to sleep. Mom was sewing my dress up. (It had been 30 min. after dad laid down to sleep)Dad was talking to someone(I don't remember who to) and all of a sudden dads hands went straight up then quickly bent to his chest. He started to shake up and down like crazy. Mom reached over and told him "Ferrell stop thats not funny!" She then realized he wasn't joking or goofing off. She told him again as well as me and dayna. When it hit that it wasn't a joke me and Dayna jumped off the couch and stood there and screamed in horror for ten seconds. Dad at this point was just laying there purple in the face, his eyes rolled in the back of his head, and he wasn't breathing. Mom screamed: "Ferrrell breath. Ferrell!" I have never seen mom jump as far until she jumped over him and onto the floor. She immediately started pumping his chest because she thought he was having a hear attack. I jumped up there and started to help her, but i realized someone had to call 911 and it wouldn't be her. So I ran to call 911 while Dayna was helping mom pump. Mom yelled: "Dayna go get a spoon." (She thought dad was having a heart attack and he had stopped breathing) So Dayna went to get a spoon while I was screaming at 911. I kept yelling at mom: "Mom is he breathing. Is he a live?" She answered: "No. IDk." Finally two ambulances got there, a fire truck, a rescue squad, and a ton of cops showed up. Once they got him rolled on his side he started to struggle for breath. Dayna was crying while mom was still telling dad: "Breath Ferrell." As soon as he was able to breath he turned over and started snoring. I was like is he a sleep. After the ambulance people got dad on the stretcher he started fighting and pulling things off.(one of dad's sisters friends who went to school with her: Sissy was an emt paramedic and was there.) They rushed Dad in to the er in crestview. That night they were gonna let him come home, but mom told them no. Because we were afraid it was gonna happen again. The next day he went home and didn't have another for an entire week.