Seizing Freedom

Mike

By Friday evening I'm secretly celebrating that Ty's made another week seizure free. Although the irregularity in the pattern is starting to worry me. It used to be every four to five days like clock work. Now I never know if its going to hit on day four like usual or hold off for another few days.

Planning anything is proving difficult.

Saturday morning were laying in bed cuddling, neither one wanting to move quite yet when my celebration comes to a screeching halt. He doesn't even say a word before he gasps then starts to stiffen and shake against me.

"What the hell Ty?" I mutter as I try to pull my arm out from under him. How did neither of us see this coming?

He always tells me.

I know he wasn't sleeping, he just told Louise she could wait when she came in howling for breakfast.

He didn't feel overly warm when we were up against each other so I don't think he's sick but somethings definitely going on.

Since he's already on his side I don't have to move him much aside from adjusting the pillow so he doesn't smother himself.

Glancing up at the clock on the wall I check the time then watch him, making sure he stays on the bed. After three minutes the seizure stops and he starts to snore.

I grab my phone off the nightstand and try to distract myself for a bit while I'm waiting for him to wake up. Against my better judgement I start googling how common it is for seizures to return after focal surgery. Most of it went over my head, a lot of the studies are written for doctors so the medical lingo was impossible for me to decipher, although I did find that it wasn't that uncommon.

Thankfully after twenty minutes of reading Ty started to stir and I put my phone down, taking a deep breath and trying not to think to much into what I just read.

He groans and lifts his hand up to rub his head.

"I know, your head's probably killing you right now. Wait till you wake up a bit more then I'll get you some Tylenol." I say then nearly face palm myself.

He's not going to hear a word I say yet.

I know better.

I wait a bit for him to wake up more and as he starts to look around I get up off the bed and walk over to the other side sitting down in front of him. He leans back a bit and looks at me frowning.

"Hey, can you hear me yet?" I ask putting my hand closer to his but not quite touching him.

He pulls away and stares at me rolling onto his back.

"Hey, stay here, don't move yet." I insist pulling his shoulder and trying to get him back on his side, he's going to start coughing if he lays on his back. His ability to swallow takes some time to return and I don't want him to choke.