>> Tuesday, April 6, 2010
I knew it. The Fates heard me. And they hate me.
I was getting Bug a drink from the fridge and he sort of, well, just, fell over. He grabbed at the counter and missed, which is unlike him, and ended up scraping his neck on the STUPID unpolished edges of the counter top but I was able to catch him. I held him, he was coherent and pissed. He smacked his legs and then grabbed his head and covered his eyes.
I thought: Stroke.
THIS is what you live with, everyday, when your child can't tell you what happened and when your child has Epilepsy. Every little thing, becomes a big thing. A guessing game, and sometimes an ER trip.
Not this time. I let him come around on his own, and he smiled. He had been grabbing his head this morning and so Megan and I BOTH decided he had a headache. I gave him Ibuprofen. So when he fell...it wasn't a complete shock but it was weird.
I checked his eyes, equal and reactive. No sign of Anisocoria, which has been VERY apparent after every seizure for the last month. So I am reluctant to say it was a seizure. I grabbed both his hands and stood him up. He seemed to have bilateral equal strength. I walked him to the couch...he walked well and we sat down with his drink. He sat on my lap and I grabbed the Doodle Pro. He spun the stylus with both hands equally well. He gave up on sitting on me after about 30 minutes and was back to messing things up.
So...what the hell was that?