Happy Weekend, everyone! I feel like I haven't spoken to you all in so long. I have been posting blogs every day, but they were pre-written blogs that were scheduled ahead of time. Don't get me wrong, it is nice to have blogs scheduled but it certainly makes me feel a bit disconnected.
It is sort of weird how it worked out... I had blogs scheduled to post because we thought we would be in Baltimore for Paul's surgery this week. It was supposed to be this past Wednesday. We found out six days beforehand that it was pushed back until September 17th. Yes, this is the second time it was pushed back.
So anyway, we were a little upset about that, but had a long, fun, Labor Day weekend planned to cheer us up. The weekend started out nice, but on Saturday, Paul had a seizure while he was playing disc golf. I wasn't with him, which I regret more than I can even express. Luckily, he knew it was going to happen and was able to flag someone down to call 911 before he went into status epilepticus. I feel sick even typing those words. Since he wouldn't stop seizing, they had to sedate him to the point that he needed to be on life support. About twenty-four hours later, when the doctors were sure the seizures had completely stopped for awhile, they slowly woke him up. Thankfully, even though he wasn't himself right away, after about a day and a half, he was my Paul again. We came home from the hospital on Tuesday and ever since then, we have just been enjoying being together as much as possible.
Those twenty-four hours he was sedated was the worst day of my life. We have certainly been through similar situations before, but this one seemed to be the worst- worse than his first brain surgery. Even now, it is hard for me to relax. I jump at every weird noise. If I'm at work and he doesn't text me right back I feel very apprehensive until I hear from him. Actually, apprehensive is an understatement. It may be a bit dramatic, but that is how I feel right now. Hopefully with time, things will go back to the way they were and I won't be as worried anymore.
I am so glad it is the weekend and we can just lay around in our pjs and be together. I know I have said it before, but I'll say it again. Any "boring" old day at home in my pjs with Paul is the BEST DAY EVER.