This morning on my way to the pain clinic I got a call from Little Bit's school. She'd passed out in line going into the school. Twice. They called the ambulance and through someone's idiocy, waited for me at the school, when I had told them, very clearly, to take her to the hospital. They did eventually get her there. She eventually came back to normal. We came home. OK there's more in there but it really doesn't matter much because the end result is the same.
She as another EEG in the morning and then I will call her neuro.
This stuff is very draining. I at least would like to know the whys. Then I wouldn't have to be sitting here wondering when, and where, the next crazy thing is going to happen. I'm at peace with her cognition issues, and all the things I'm used to, but this is scary because we don't know why, and she can't help much in communicating what happened from her perspective.
Ok I'm going to get ready to join Natalia's Tuesday Night Talk, because other women, quilters, seem like a great remedy for the downs.