the ignorant warmth

Last night I experienced one of the most frightening experiences of my life. After driving about 5 hours to my sister’s house in Charlotte, we were finally pulling into her neighborhood. With Lucy and the Wife in the back seat, I started to get sweaty and had the overall feeling something wasn’t right. And that’s the last thing I remember.
The next thing I know, my wife is helping me out of the car, which was stopped in the middle of the road. I had puke all over me. She’s trying to get my parents on the phone, who are also at my sister’s house, literally around the corner from where we were parked. I sat down in the grass and tried to figure out what happened.
According to the wife, I said I needed to stop and I need to put the car in park (apparently, I was saying everything I was doing). Then I passed out. While passed out, I started convulsing and barfed all over the place. That’s probably enough detail for you. The point is, I blacked out, shook like crazy and barfed all over myself (and my car). And the only thing I remember is thinking I didn’t feel good.
I’m so thankful we were off the highway and in a residential area. A few minutes prior, and this may’ve been a different story. Jesus, I had my kid in the car.
I still don’t know why this happened, and of course I stubbornly objected to any attempts to call 911 or take me to a hospital. So I guess I may never know. But holy shit, wtf?
So I’ll be spending my Saturday in Charlotte devomitifying a Ford Explorer.