Wearing a Gallagher Bib

I think with any affliction or illness, just because you've been around it long enough does not mean you've honed  your common sense in the fine art of Cause and Effect. 


As I repeat (ad nauseum) that Humanling shouldn't be left to get up alone in the morning (just in case) sometimes  it happens.  There have been many a morning she can get up on her own and may need a small adjustment period instead of the Family Walk up and down the hallway.  I usually can't differentiate why some mornings work and some don't, although being able to sleep naturally without being woken up seems to be one factor.  Meaning, get a freeze gun, put the whole neighborhood, sky, early birds preying on the worm, car horns, my animals, sneezes, and thunder on hold, until she can wake up on her own.  This makes school days nearly unbearable for me.  Getting her on time to the bus stop is a 46% chance event with me driving the rest of the time.  If she has a seizure while I'm trying to get her to wake up, then the reset button is hit and I have to let her sleep it off until I can get her to school and me to work.  


I haven't actually seen her have a seizure in about a month (yay!) but I am not petitioning the universe for one to shake things up (no pun intended).  (Really).  She says that she had one at her dad's but if she can't feel an arm jerk when I'm looking at what appears to be an awake person, then that's a world I don't make the height requirement on.  I'll never get inside her head to know what she actually feels.  


I was doing a great job of tiptoeing around the house this morning to get the morning chores down.  I even wore socks as part of my Superhero ensemble of Shhhhh Mama.  


While I was in the kitchen, I suddenly heard a thump (which always puts the heebies into my heart) and then she strolled into the kitchen.  This isn't trustworthy though.  She appears fine.  Only really, I have to give it time.   That's why she fell that one morning...I paid my full subscription to False Security Hourly.  I watched her for a moment or so and then ducked into the bathroom for less than a minute as I heard her open the fridge door, get a glass and pour her rice milk.  Then the glass hit the floor.  


She was fine.  She had a case of the Arm Jerks.  She went to drink and I'm assuming the glass fell out of her hand.  I asked her how it hit the floor and she said she didn't know what happened.  


Sigh.  She's fine the rest of the day (unless the sun nabs her through the trees on a drive in the car).  It's just that waking up is so criminal to her system for some reason.  I haven't found anyone who can really explain it to me.  To keep her system engaged, I had her attempt to clean up the mess (try that with your kids, folks!  Tell them it's for their sensory good to Keep them "engaged"!)  


I explained to her that in the mornings, she has to wait for the jerks to stop (you know, those jerks that she doesn't even know that she has) before she can try to hold a glass of liquid.  And all before my coffee!  The humanity!