Ismael wandered into the bedroom on Saturday night with his Kindle.
Touch this, he said to Adam.
Adam obliged and touched the little finger print. The screen changed and said, “You’re malicious.”
What’s this? An electronic mood ring? Well, sign me up.
Let me touch it!! Me!!
I touched it and it said, “You are sad.” What? Am I? Huh?
Let me touch it again.
You are happy, the electronic thingamajig said.
Theesse is bullsheeet, said my husband in his heavily French accented English, and out the door he went.
Yes, and I hope that was a free app.
I wish instead it was a crystal ball. It should have said “Hey! You are going to have a seizure tonight and scare the holy bejesus out of your parents.”
And for me it should have said, “OMG.”
After talking at length with the neurology office today, the specialist believes Adam had an “unwitnessed seizure” and the total imbalance, incoherence, loss of control on his right side, and lingering jerky movements on his left were simply the after effects of a seizure in his sleep on Easter morning. Easter bunny? This is not what I asked for you little tramp. This seizure is of particularly grave concern since he is not sick and had no fever. It was not a febrile seizure. So then, what the hell was it?
Unwitnessed seizure. I am not sure that a doctor has spoken scarier words to me yet in Adam’s three years. Peanut allergy? Psh! Fish allergy? I got ya. Unwitnessed seizure? WTF?
So on our docket tomorrow is a sleep deprived EEG and I can assure that the only thing truly sleep deprived around here is me. But I will oblige, waking Adam around 3 AM and then doing tricks with my magic mommy skills until 9:30 AM when we have our appointment for the test that I have described to him as having lots of cool stickers and zero pain. I’d take him out for breakfast to kill time in the morning, but he’s allergic to eggs. Well…shit.
And that folks just about sums up how I feel about these latest developments.