I think that, subconsciously, I've been feeling left out of the whole "I require medical treatment" thing. Jade has seizures and Fawn got kidney stones, but what about me? Why should mom and the kid have all the fun?
They shouldn't, which is why I was so grateful to Jade this morning.
Smiling and talkative, Jade was sitting on my chest in bed this morning. We were playing a great game called "zoom in really quickly and see how close you can get to dad's face without actually hitting it". We weren't able to play this game before her seizures improved. It was great fun and we were giggling like mad.
Then she had a drop seizure and clobbered me on the mouth with her surprisingly heavy forehead.
My lip started to swell. She was fine.
I told Jade that my lip hurt, so she moved in to kiss it better. She moved in too quickly and clobbered me on the nose with her battering-ram forehead. I swear her forehead made of lead.
In spite of the lingering nose-pain and the swollen lip, it feels good to be included in the family fun.