Juliann Newton I almost had a tragedy Sunday. Jon was driving me and the kids to my parents' home, and unexpectedly I apparently had a huge seizure and went unconcious. Jon quickly pulled over to get out of the car to help me, and sped 80mph to the Fire Station. I had no idea what had just happened, and so when I awoke and paramedics were working on me, I was just shocked. I had to go into an ambulance to Portland Adventist. Apparently, just shortly after we left our driveway, all I remember was leaning down to grab my make-up bag, because I usually do my makeup in the car.

I was completely unaware that my body had completely stiffened up and was jerking around, and then I slumped over, lifeless, with my eyes open and unseeing. My husband pulled over and jumped out the the car, opened my door and felt for my pulse or my breath, upon which he found neither. He screamed for my son, Jonathan to hold my head up where Jonathan's eyes met my eyes in a blank dead stare. There was no visible life in me until I regained conciousness to Jonathan yelling, "Mom, Mom! Wake up!!!" They stabalized me in the Firestation and sent me in a ambulance to the hospital.

I was hooked up for an EKG, my blood was drawn and tested.....it ended up normal.

The only conclusion that can be made is that I'd had a reaction to combining Wellbuterin with Tramadol in toxic amounts. (Not having meant to do so.)

Today, August 5, 2009, I feel like my brain is scrambled. My memory is no good and I feel scared. Seeing my husband cry, seeing my son cry (Two people that I NEVER see cry.) Makes me feel strange. Those two had truly thought they had lost me. They experienced the feelings of loss of a wife, a mother.

The love in our household now is stronger than ever.