I just deleted the nice message I wrote accidentally. Poot!
James had about 3-1/2 hours of "complex partial" seizure Sunday morning, despite all emergency meds, and Mary took him to the hospital in Walnut Creek. James's neurologist is in Redwood City, across the Bay, so there is some debate over whether he would be better served over there for his chronic seizure issues. As soon as they get him to the emergency department, James is safe, because they put in an IV and can give him small hits of Ativan as needed and control seizures. James has a feeding tube, which is good given how painfully thin he is. Seizure episodes are coming too close together for James to wake up and eat, so he is down to 105.
James was watching Teletubbies when I talked to him a little while ago. He also likes The Price is Right (a perennial favorite) and Sit and Be Fit on PBS. We can count on Animal Planet and the Food Network for other entertainment.
Dad is stressed and worried about the creeping chores. Maybe Michael will sort laundry and get that started, but there is plenty else to do to keep (make?) this place livable. The brand new lawnmower locked up Saturday on its second use, so I've got to get that fixed. Bills are somehow hard to pay when I'm depressed, even though we have the money. Bleah!
Thank you all for prayers and encouraging words. More soon. B
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