Damn the Devil

So, it happened. 


Yep. 


It sure did. 


























Our appointment with Dr. E went well. If by well, I mean that he told me to totally ignore neurology and go back up on her meds because he figures she's having sub-clinical seizures, which would account for every. single. weird. thing. we've seen in recent weeks, then it truly was an excellent appointment.  


Yay. 


Disappointing, but in my gut I know he's right. I knew that was probably the case weeks ago when we started noting the behaviour. I even thought I maybe saw the tail end of seizure a couple of weeks ago, but chalked it up to my overactive imagination. 


Yep.


So we go home. And she promptly has a seizure. 


Damn. 


The good news? We haven't seen another one since Thursday night when this all occurred. Mind you, we've been dealing with Abby having the stomach flu, Joseph starting to crawl and discovering just how un-baby-proofed our house has become, and now Rachael having said same stomach flu. So we might have missed it. They're pretty subtle. 


Wait and see. 


Wait and see. 


Damn.