We Live. We Survive. We Carry On.
I thought that with fourteen hours of sleep, the Brownie would have avoided neurological problems yesterday. That's how things have always been in the past. If she woke up with her head spinning, we knew that a seizure was coming. That's what happened yesterday morning. I let her go back to bed, but couldn't wake later. She was unresponsive. When she finally woke up at noon, her head seemed fine. Unfortunately, at 9:20pm last night, she began a seizure. It came on rapidly. Within five minutes she couldn't see, and her arms began curling and shaking. She told me repeatedly that she couldn't see until the tongue ticking stopped her from talking. Then the breathing difficulty began. I applied her VerSed, but the onset of symptoms outpaced it's effects. Soon, I had to breathe for her. Between breaths, I struggled with Siri to place an emergency call for me, then just manually dialed 911, but by the time the call connected, her seizure stopped as suddenly as it came ...