a break

We have a dr appointment at 10:15 tomorrow morning.  Unfortunately, that’s during the class I teach.  Hopefully my friend Katie can cover for me and at the least give them their exam.  But at this point, if I have to cancel the class, I will.  This is far too important.

In order to comfort myself, I listened to Ellis and Sarah Mclachlan today.  Except that made me cry.  I’m fighting back tears all day, and it sucks.  I’m fighting a battle that I can’t even define, so I just keep fighting blindly.  I’m doing my best to stay strong, and not give in to my greatest fears.  Logic helps only a bit in this battle.  Faith has to do the rest of the work.

On the plus side, I’ve realized that doing simple exercises after a seizure event greatly improves Carrie’s brain function.  First we go through the alphabet.  Then we identify letters.  We also count and do simple arithmetic.  After a half hour or so, she’s doing quite a bit better and is able to read words much quicker, without needing to sound them out.  For now, this is our victory.  I don’t know how to stop the seizures.  I don’t know how to stop them once they start.  And I don’t know how to help with bigger memories because you never know where to start.  But at least this gets her reading and comprehending words.

It’s amazing how fast I went from ok to angry this weekend.  I thought we had turned a corner, and when she hadn’t, I became angry.  Now I fluctuate between scared, worried, and angry.  There’s just no room in my heart for anyone or anything else right now.  Today 30 people were shot at Virginia Tech, and I feel nothing.  I can’t, because I have nothing to give to the outside world.  All of my energy has to remain here, with Carrie.

So to my friends, I’m sorry I won’t be so interactive for a bit.  I have to stick to the bare minimum of my responsibilities until we get past these seizures.  I’m not abandoning anything, but need to ration my time and energy.

As a side note, while my guides are awesome protectors, I really don’t feel like I can go to them for comfort.  I just don’t see men that way.  Tonight I hope to do a meditation and just spend time in my safe space, hopefully regrouping and finding some wisdom regarding this situation.

:-|

I’m scared.

Why can’t I get a damn doctor or nurse on the phone?  Why do we have to wait another week and a half for a doctor?  How is someone’s cold more pressing than seizures that wipe out knowledge, or breathing that just stops?  Why the fuck is this happening, and why can’t we get any fucking help?

I don’t know how people deal with this for such a long period of time…

Right now, the only thing that matters is getting help.  I don’t actually care why this is happening, or what this is teaching us.  I just want it fixed.  It is not her time to die dammit.  So enough of this dicking around, fucking fix it!