It was yesterday and Ashley had another grand mal seizure. Thankfully she was in bed with me but she lost control of her bladder again so we're going to be putting her into some pull up type diapers at night from now on. She's so embarrassed that this is happening---the second time this week---but we tell her it's not her fault. Still, it's tough for her.
We started her on Keppra and wow....I'm not sure if it's the medicine or her seizures that are causing her extreme emotional behvior but wow. She comes to me and I hold her as she tells me that she feels like crying and she doesn't know why. So she cries and I hold her. I know one of the side effects of this drug is mood swings and emotional changes.
That was the beginning of our Saturday. The remainder of the day was spent loading and packing the moving van. Five hours worth of hot sweaty work. Then the unloading at my father's house, another hot sweaty horror. That went on for hours and hours and we still weren't done and didn't have room in my father's basement for our storage stuff. Thankfully Lance's cousin Mark was there to help us and he offered us his garage to store things.
I honestly don't know what we would have done without his help and generosity.
We got home at midnight and at 12:30 I was kneeling on our bathroom floor giving Ashley a bath to help her feel better because she was crying and telling me she felt weird and didn't know why. I was so sore and in pain from the day that I could hardly wash her hair---but I managed. My heart just hurts for her.
This morning we got up and cleaned the house from top to bottom in preparation for two different families coming to look over the house. After they came, I wasn't feeling well at all. I tried to lay down but couldn't sleep. I've been throwing up now.
This is not a good time to have a tummy bug. Really. Not at all. I feel so awful.
We started her on Keppra and wow....I'm not sure if it's the medicine or her seizures that are causing her extreme emotional behvior but wow. She comes to me and I hold her as she tells me that she feels like crying and she doesn't know why. So she cries and I hold her. I know one of the side effects of this drug is mood swings and emotional changes.
That was the beginning of our Saturday. The remainder of the day was spent loading and packing the moving van. Five hours worth of hot sweaty work. Then the unloading at my father's house, another hot sweaty horror. That went on for hours and hours and we still weren't done and didn't have room in my father's basement for our storage stuff. Thankfully Lance's cousin Mark was there to help us and he offered us his garage to store things.
I honestly don't know what we would have done without his help and generosity.
We got home at midnight and at 12:30 I was kneeling on our bathroom floor giving Ashley a bath to help her feel better because she was crying and telling me she felt weird and didn't know why. I was so sore and in pain from the day that I could hardly wash her hair---but I managed. My heart just hurts for her.
This morning we got up and cleaned the house from top to bottom in preparation for two different families coming to look over the house. After they came, I wasn't feeling well at all. I tried to lay down but couldn't sleep. I've been throwing up now.
This is not a good time to have a tummy bug. Really. Not at all. I feel so awful.
Oh, Pamela. My heart hurts for you guys. :( I hope things improve. You really deserve a break from all the bad stuff. Would chocolate help?
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Oh man! I wish I could do something to help, but I'm a little far away. I hope things get better soon! Your family is in my prayers...
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