999 What's your emergency?

I'm glad to be back-blipping this image, because now the drama has passed, I can look back on Monday's episode with different eyes. This photograph shows Graham, in A and E at 7am, busily contemplating the clues to his cryptic crossword. He is functioning perfectly, there is nothing to suggest the panic which took place just two hours before.

I was woken in horror at 5am, as Graham was in distress: fitting, frothing and eyes rolling. I rang 999, heart pounding and fearing the worst. The lady on the phone assured me that an ambulance was on the way, but every minute seemed like an hour. Suddenly, there were four paramedics in the bedroom, working their magic, and I left them briefly to leave a panicked message on my parent's answer-machine.

By the time they carried a bemused Graham downstairs and out to the ambulance, I knew he was on the mend - he was chatting and moving and the danger had been averted. Before the ambulance left, I returned to the house to get his glasses, and soon he was sat in Good Hope, with the crossword!

Graham, I've very pleased to report, has suffered no further repercussions from what turned out to be, we believe, an epileptic fit.

So many people deserve great thanks in an emergency like this: the kind lady who talked me through the 999 call, the paramedics, who calmly and efficiently attached electric probes and brought Graham back around, the staff at Good Hope who ran checks and sent him home the same day. However, my greatest personal gratitude is for my wonderful parents, who without pausing, jumped in the car and drove the 30 miles to meet us at the hospital. Legends!