So today I headed over to the salon to do a basic all over color. My client wanted her extensions colored and I have never colored extensions before. To make it even better, she is getting married in a week. I didn't want bride-zilla on my hands so I went to the salon early to ask a co-worker, Melissa, about this color line and how I should formulate for the extensions. Turns out Melissa's color client had cancelled and she was procrastinating running some errands. She and I were just sitting at our stations talking about extension and other things when a woman came into the salon. I had not met her or my client so I at first thought it might be my client. Turns out she was the woman who lives next door. she came in to say hello. We talked to her for a few minutes and then she bent over and was looking at the floor. Melissa and I both just sort of looked at each other in confusion- she was bent over for a long time. Then she walked over to another station and opened a color book. I noticed at this point that she was shaking slightly. Another few seconds went by- she had opened the 3 ring book and was trying to put the swatches back in but was shaking more and more. Melissa went over to help but she wouldn't let her. Melissa told her she should sit down but she refused. Then Melissa told her it was time to go home and she said no. She couldn't. At this point Melissa looked at me and I jumped up to call 911. I had no idea if she was on drugs...wasn't on drugs she should be on...who knew. All I knew is there was a lady convulsing in my salon where there are scissors, razors, and sharp things and she refused to leave.
First 911 call...I had no idea how many questions they ask. After they got my address, which I barely could remember from all the adrenaline pumping through my body, they asked me the woman's name. Which I couldn't remember at all. Then they started asking me questions about if she was pregnant? Does she have diabetes? Um, remember how I told you she lives next door and I just met her 30 seconds ago. I have no idea if she could be pregnant. Anyway- about halfway through the call as I'm waiting for the cops to show up she has a full on seizure and crashes to the floor. She passed out just before the cop arrived. Then the paramedics showed up. Our whole salon parking lot was full of emergency vehicles. As all this was happening my client showed up. Awesome. I guess it's a good thing the salon wasn't full of people and that Melissa didn't leave me alone. I probably would have freaked out had I had to deal with that myself. The paramedic on his way out was saying, "Now Melissa, next time this happens do this and that".... I was thinking, oh please bless there is NO NEXT TIME!! ahhh. My life is full of excitement.
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