The next couple of days things slowly but steadily got worse. Now I couldn't feel hot or cold on the right side of my mouth (which came in handy when I took a bite of something too hot...I just shoved it over on the right side and all was well). Even water didn't taste right. Or chocolate...What's happening???
The day of my doctor's appointment, I had to go to court. I woke up a little dizzier, but there was no way to miss this case. It was the murder trial of Mark Pickens (found guilty x 3, death penalty on all). He was accused of killing his ex-girlfriend, her 9 month old baby and her friend's 3 year old. My job was to explain to the jury what the scene looked like and what I did. I will never forget it...I checked the victims for pulses and stayed with them until the coroner took them away. I can replay that night over and over. So, obviously, there was no way I was going to miss that trial.
As I walked into the employee entrance of the courthouse and turned the corner to sign in, the walls spun around on me and I fell down again. Thoroughly embarrassed as I laid on the floor, I thought to myself, "Boy, I'm glad I have an appointment." I gather myself up and head to the courtroom. Now, my eyes are all jiggly and I am convinced I have a brain tumor. I'm praying as I walk up to testify that I will not fall down in front of a packed house and every newstation around. Thankfully, God listened. I testified and boogied out of there.
This appointment can't come fast enough.
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