In Which Connor Has Two Seizures, And My Day Goes Down The Tubes

Well, today I can add yet another check mark to my rapidly growing list of Totally Bizarre Things I Never Had Any Interest In Doing But End Up Doing Anyway. 

Connor had not one, but two seizures today.  The first was in the early afternoon and happened while our respite care worker was here.  The little guy was out for about a minute and a half, and it was a pretty typical seizure for him-- you know, keel over, turn blue, stop breathing, etc.  The second one happened early this evening-- about an hour and a half after he'd woken up from the nap induced by the earlier seizure.  It was also a pretty typical seizure in execution-- it was the circumstances surrounding it that prompted me to whip out the checklist.

Let me explain.

I've talked a little bit in the past about how Connor's seizures mean that if it's just the two of us in the house I get zero alone time.  And I mean zero.  Connor's with me while I change clothes, do the laundry, check the mail, take a shower and yes, even go to the bathroom.

Speaking of which, guess where I was when he had his second seizure?

So do you think when I put together a resume I can put "Has Resuscitated Person With Pants Down Around Ankles" on there as a job skill?  Because I can assure you, it's not as easy as it sounds.  For one thing, I almost killed myself getting over to the wheelchair.  In retrospect it would have been best to have taken the time to, you know, put my pants back on before trying to get over there, as knocking myself out would not only have not helped Connor out at all but also would have been horribly embarrassing.  However, in the heat of the moment I was more concerned with getting to the little guy than with the state of my clothing, so I just sort of lunged for the wheelchair and hoped for the best.  Not fun.

Also I still really had to pee.  This did not make things any easier.

While I was resuscitating Connor I was frantically trying to figure out what the heck I was going to say to the EMT operatives if I had to call them, since if it came to that I probably wouldn't be able to stop doing mouth-to-mouth long enough to get back into my jeans.  Thank goodness the seizure didn't last that long, though I'm sure if it came down to it the EMTs wouldn't have batted an eye; they've likely seen far stranger things over the course of their careers.

It would probably still have been kind of awkward, though. 

Connor's now had six seizures in as many days, which is not so hot.  We've got another call into the neurologist, and we'll see what he has to say.  Jeremy is probably going to take some time off of work to spend some more time with the little guy and help me out during the week, as the seizures are taking their emotional and physical toll on all of us.  Let's hope the hospital can come up with some quick solutions for us, because we all really need a break.

So in conclusion, that was my crappy (no pun intended) day. 

~Jess