Reminds me of my grandma. She used to have grand mal seizures. We, her grand kids, recognized the pre-attack symptoms (when we were around) and used to get her to sit down (not lie down), arrange good neck and side support for her, had her drink some booze and bite down on a folded kitchen towel. This made the seizure almost non-noticeable and she could usually be up and around five minutes afterwards.

If we weren’t around, we’d meet her up at the hospital and then drive her home a two to five days later and had to support her for the coming weeks, as her head wasn’t right.

She absolutely refused to go into a caring home or have more support at home. Her pride killed her.