The
power of petitioning the universe.
I’m
not terribly superstitious. Unless you
put shoes on a table. Or walk past money
and sniff at it as you pass because it’s “only a penny”. (To me this signifies telling the universe
that you don’t care or appreciate any flow of money it sends your way). Or say things out loud, including discussions
about those things that you Don’t Want to happen. It’s bad enough that your mind went there,
why put form to it and allow it to float from your lips like a helium balloon….up
and away somewhere higher to the ears of the All.
My
mother asked me last Friday how Miss Humanling was doing with her
seizures. I replied that she’d been
doing pretty good this summer. She hadn’t
had one in too long…or too many. She had
one the night of the carnival. But other
than that, ok for the most part.
Cue
Saturday morning before 7am. I don’t
know how I wake up, I just wake up right before her seizure starts. It always looks so stressful on the body. Everything is as tense as it can get. When I saw blood drip out of her mouth I knew
she’d have to deal with the sore tongue for a few days.
Later
that day she seemed more “blinky” as I call it…more “out there”. Warning signs. Even though it was nearly 6:30pm, I told her
she should take a nap when we were done with the laundermat. I usually don’t advocate late naps for her
because I don’t need her more awake than me at midnight.
So
she put on her dandy purple eye mask, only too happy to be granted a free pass
to a nap! And fell asleep. That’s when I allowed the new little kitty
out to romp around. She eventually made
her way onto where my daughter was sleeping and bounced all over her, waking
her up. With the eye mask on I couldn’t
detect if it was going to end up giving her a seizure but didn’t really think
much of it since she’d just fallen asleep not long before.
I
decided to wash dishes because sometimes, that’s just how we pass our time around
here. Throwing the water on, I waited for
it to heat up and then heard noise from the other room…I peeked and saw her in
a seizure, in the recliner chair.
Leaving the water on, I ran in to make sure she would be safe from
falling out of the chair. Her body
seemed even more tense than it had in other seizures. And as I thought it to myself….don’t let her
bite her tongue again, since it was raw from the morning, there was no avoiding
it. Tongue mash. Lips blue.
The blue lips don’t happen too often.
Her very first seizure produced such an effect, which is really
horrifying to see. I watched to see that
she was breathing okay, being grateful that breathing is automatic.
Had
I mentioned that the sink has been clogged?
Waiting for the end of the seizure and trying to count time, I wondered
outside of myself if the water was going to overflow and add further to this
precious moment.
She
woke up later on, of course unawares of the seizure. Unfortunately, her tongue was so sore and swollen
that now she earned a Lisp of Honor that she’d carry for a few days. I feel so bad when this stuff happens. Her tongue hurts for days, making it tough
for her eat or not sound drunk at times when she speaks.
She
doesn’t seem to notice the change in speech, which is good. And this gives her an excuse to get lots and
lots of sympathy from mama (which usually results in fun or yummy things!)
