Weslee hadn't really had many bad seizures lately. Some absence, some simple partial.
I was upstairs whrn I heard a crash downstairs. By the time my tiny brain woke up to remind me what that sound was, he was coming out of it. And unfortunately, had just opened a bottle of juice, which I tried to clean up. Seriously, a mess.
It sounded like a clonic or absense (paralyzed) followed by a gelastic. But at least he didn't get hurt.
I made him run up to his safe space (his bed), and in less that 15 minutes, I caught the end of ... something. looked like a kinda short gelastic. I gave him a rescue nasal spray. Had a feeling he wasn't done.
About 20 minutes after the 2nd one, he had come into the hall outside his bedroom. Started to tell me he was apprehensive about going into the bathroom (to brush his teeth). His voice trailed off. I looked up and started to sprint. He fell backward, stiff as a board, then momentum threw him into bathroom. His back shows the tale.
Even on his worse tantrum-ing day, he doesn't deserve this.
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