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elfsWell, okay, not a major crisis. Not like Monday. But as Omaha and I were driving up the freeway into Seattle for dinner, the start of our date night, she suddenly snapped her laptop closed, put her seat back, and started making that clicking sound with her throat.
"Aw, crap. Really?"
She didn't respond. That's the start of a seziure. I slowed the car down, put the laptop in the back seat, and drove off the next exit, prepared to pull over if she actually went full grand-mal.
Fortunately, it was a very mild epileptic "event" and by the time we actually got to the restaurant she was talking and able to walk without assistance. It was still over an hour before all the circuits in her brain lined up again and she was able to complete a coherent sentence, but she was able to order dinner without appearing disconnected.
By the time the performance began, she was all back together again.
"Aw, crap. Really?"
She didn't respond. That's the start of a seziure. I slowed the car down, put the laptop in the back seat, and drove off the next exit, prepared to pull over if she actually went full grand-mal.
Fortunately, it was a very mild epileptic "event" and by the time we actually got to the restaurant she was talking and able to walk without assistance. It was still over an hour before all the circuits in her brain lined up again and she was able to complete a coherent sentence, but she was able to order dinner without appearing disconnected.
By the time the performance began, she was all back together again.
