My husband thought he nearly lost me over Christmas break. Turns out we both nearly lost each other.

My husband and I traveled to the US last week to spend Christmas with his family. It was a smooth flight-- I didn't come close to nearly having a panic attack or anything (flying is very difficult for me). When we got to his family's home, I excused myself to go take a nap in the guest bedroom.<br><br>I later came downstairs to eat Christmas cookies and join everyone in the living room. I was feeling a bit dizzy in the kitchen while getting a cookie, but I didn't think much of it. As we were sitting down, I remember my husband's Aunt trying to speak to me. I suddenly couldn't respond. I couldn't say anything. I couldn't come up with how to pronounce my words. And suddenly, my vision went blurry. I couldn't see straight. I remember sort of melting out of the couch I was sitting on-- it felt as if someone had come behind me and propped their hands up underneath my arms to catch my fall.<br><br>I don't remember anything after that until I came to and my husband was sitting next to me, holding my hand, and crying. I asked him what had happened and he said that I had come close to dying. Apparently, when I melted out of the couch, he tried to catch me and thought he had, but I hit the ground anyway and cracked my head on the side of the coffee table. Everyone says that I laid there on the ground, shaking and convulsing (I don't remember this part), and that they were afraid of a seizure. <br><br>They took me to the hospital, and I don't remember this either, and had come-to in my husband's arms. I don't have any recollection of anything in between passing out and coming to. I do recall that when my husband picked me up to place me in the hospital bed, he nearly fainted himself.<br><br>After about 5 hours of waiting at the hospital, they told us that they couldn't find anything wrong with me. I was free to go. But my husband refused to leave until they figured out what was wrong. He nearly had a panic attack. He kept telling the doctors that something was wrong with me, and that if they sent me home before figuring it out, I might not make it through the night.<br><br>Long story short (sorry, I know this was kind of long), I ended up spending the night in the hospital. And the doctors ended up telling us that I had come very close to dying that day. They said that when I cracked my head on the coffee table, my temporal lobe came very close to bleeding out. And if I had gone home that night, I might have fallen asleep and never woken up. <br><br>It was such a crazy and scary experience. My husband has been my rock. But I have to say, if I hadn't fallen, he may have fallen. He was so close to having a panic attack when he thought something was wrong and they weren't going to admit me. I'm glad we're both okay and that we got to spend the rest of the holiday together.<br><br>&#x200B;<br><br>Edit: Holy moly. Thanks for the rewards :) Also, my husband isn't very good at editing. He tried to change some of the words in my post but he ended up making it worse. Sorry if some of it didn't make sense. I've changed it back to what it was. Also, I think I might have to get a new u/ because he keeps trying to log in on this one.<br><br>Edit 2: Thanks for all of the comments, everyone. My Christmas sucked, but I feel a little better reading through all of the beautiful comments everyone has left. I'll try and respond to each of you.<br><br>Edit 3: Thank you for the gold :)