>> Tuesday, July 10, 2012
When I say: Things are going great! They turn into an ER trip. NEVER FAILS.
The upside is he only had one seizure. The downside is that one seizure was too close to the fireplace. We have the fireplace padded, as much as I could pad it, but when he has his Tonic seizures, his arms go straight out and then he rolls onto his backside. It was this action that made his head flop under the edge of the padding and strike the rock. It was a glancing blow but even glancing blows on the head bleed a lot. And it did. Glenn got to him before it got everywhere and he came out of it almost immediately. Which is good and bad. Good because it was NOT a bad seizure, bad because he was fighting us putting pressure on the wound and then escalating the battle slightly when we tried to look at it. Glenn and I both knew, as soon as we saw him hit, that it was a staple run.
We got to the ER and, start to finish, it took them 35 minutes. One staple. One. Easy peasy. Kinda. And I met Georgia, her boy has Dravet Syndrome and he had a lot of stitches tonight. Seizures suck. Bad. They Suck Bad. Ly. They suck badly. Yeah, that's it.