The morning was going ok, until I heard a crash, and heard him cry out. I knew he had gone downstairs so I rushed down there. He was crumpled at the bottom of the stairs, sobbing. The dog had stepped on his foot, or tripped him, while he was going down the stairs. He tumbled down, hurt his foot badly, and had a seizure. He and I sat a good long while til he felt well enough to stand and go back upstairs. Before that, I yelled "FUUUUUUUCK!" as loud as I could. I was beyond frustrated, stressed, sad. I'd not slept past 2:30 am the past two mornings in a row, and was not dealing with it well.
His surgery to implant the RNS is scheduled in two months. It feels so far away. It feels like he has no chance of succeeding in school until then. Maybe after then. I am missing work again...technically I can work from home, but I feel so bad about it.
I'm exhausted and stressed and I need a win. He needs a win.
