I'm not usually the kind of person who turns to food for comfort. But last night, I had a huge ice cream sundae for dinner. I'm talking a gigantic bowl full of vanilla ice cream. Chocolate syrup. Caramel sauce. Two maraschino cherries. And I even threw in a couple of Oreos for good measure.
It was that kind of day.
What caused me to turn my nose up at a healthy dinner and turn to ice cream instead?
Was it forking over a small fortune to the allergist for Liam's next round of allergy shots? Nope.
Was it putting down a huge deposit for the extensive dental work Syd has to have done over Thanksgiving break? Nope.
Was it finding out that the next Bridget Jones book (that I was so looking forward to) kills off one of the main characters? Nope. (Although, I do feel odd mourning for a fictional character.)
Was it the fact that I've come to the realization that I am bored out of my mind now that all three kids are in school full-time? Nope.
It was coming home from a Girl Scout meeting and finding Ryan in the midst of a partial seizure. I found him leaning on the computer desk chair as though he was trying to connect the computer to something. He was covered in sweat, incoherent and very confused about where he was and what he was doing. His slurred speech and inability to find the words he wanted to use would make someone else think he was either drunk or having a stroke. But I knew better.
It was only a fraction as bad as the last one and after a couple of hours of sleep, he felt much better, but it was still a seizure.
Just when I thought we'd turned a corner.
So now we're looking at readjusting his meds. And I'm back to being the driver for the family since the seizure occurred at the time that he's usually driving home from work. (Thankfully, he'd come home early so that I could take Syd to her meeting.)
The boys, who were playing in their rooms at the time, were oblivious to what was happening. Both of them have been super sweet since then, too. They didn't complain when I cut their bedtime reading time short. They instinctively kept their voices down this morning when eating breakfast and getting ready for school. And Liam, who is in a wipe-off-mom's-kisses phase, gave me a huge hug as I sat crying in the living room chair last night.
Seriously...it just plain stinks.
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