Sunday, trashed
Feb. 8th, 2004 10:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsWell, after waking early, Omaha made muffins and banana smoothies for herself and Kouryou-chan, Yamaarashi-chan had scrambled eggs and I had cereal and coffee. We were just cleaning up and planning our day when Omaha had a seziure.
Dunno what we're going to do now.
The good news is that I finally caught it on video tape. Omaha has always wondered what it was like when someone dealt with her in the middle of a seziure, and now she'll know. It's not pretty, but it's hardly as dramatic as something from ER or some such show.
And she's utterly crazy. It's barely forty minutes later, her language centers aren't even fully on-line yet, but still she's determined to pick up right where she left off and finish cleaning the microwave.
Excuse me, I have to go talk some sense into her.
Dunno what we're going to do now.
The good news is that I finally caught it on video tape. Omaha has always wondered what it was like when someone dealt with her in the middle of a seziure, and now she'll know. It's not pretty, but it's hardly as dramatic as something from ER or some such show.
And she's utterly crazy. It's barely forty minutes later, her language centers aren't even fully on-line yet, but still she's determined to pick up right where she left off and finish cleaning the microwave.
Excuse me, I have to go talk some sense into her.
