Double_V
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Backstory to the topic: My 23 year old son has intractable epilepsy, which means we cannot stop the seizures. He has many kinds, none as you would typically think of. The ones that are the most dangerous are known as "Drop Attacks". With no warning his motor function is 'turned off', he is conscious but free falls. There is alot of stuff a person can/does get injured on. Of course our greatest fear is a grand mal, which can kill in a persons sleep. Frequently due to the tongue falling against the air way. Suffocation during the "rcovery" period post seizure in which a person is in a deep deep sleep, unconsious.
As as is common this came on at about age 17, and has steadily become worse. Age for a male to die with condition, 28 - 35. Usually due to stress, lack of sleep, lack of a consistant sleep schedule, illness or alcohol consumption reducing effectiveness of meds, or being alone/not having someone available to give assistance/call for help. Often causes memory loss, confusion, or stroke. Even in young people.
The drop attacks are our immediate problem, keep us on edge.
Okay, so here is what I am befuddled about. This morning my son fell and it created a rip about 2" long in his forehead and eyebrow. He was alone, he'd stepped to our shop with his brother who had just left for a swim meet. My husband hadn't walked into the shop yet, not that it would have stopped the seizure. All of that is an odd occurance in itself, we never leave him on his own anymore. Three minutes later I hear my son back in the house and I hear "Mahmmm". I know this sound. It means "Come here. I need help (something is wrong). Do not alert Dad". Before I got into the room I fully expected I was going to be taking him to the hospital. He says "Okay, don't freak out. I think I'm going to need stiches". Yup, a 1" rip across his eyebrow and then almost 2" straight up his forehead. I didn't say anything other than let me throw on clothes and let's go. My husband was within 2 rooms of us. I decided not to say anything until my son and I were walking out the door. At which point my husband walked into the room and I announced "He needs stitches, we're leaving for the ER right now, we aren't waiting, catch up to us".
Some 15 or 20 minutes (we live about a 2 miles to the ER) husband walks in the ER, looks at our son, turns ghost white. He cannot look at the wound, tho this is far from the first time or worst our son has suffered. He disappears. I assist the nurses and doctor, my son, give all the needed info, inspect the wound. While that is going on I hear two airy sobs. I step out of the cubicle to see if it's what I think. Yes, it is. My husband is huddled in the next space over against a wall sobbing. Sobbing within ear shot. I step over and grab him by his leather shoulder, hall him out of the ER and deposit him in the lobby, say "I'm not judging you, you cannot cry infront of him. Go head here. Get yourself together, here's a coffee, and come back in when you can. I'm going back in there now". He did manage to utter "I just feel so bad for him" in the middle of all of that.
My husband is an ESTJ, my oldest daughter is and ISFJ (and an EMT too). NEITHER attended my sons nuerosurgery last year. In fact all they did was ignore it, cry, or argue with me.
When we get home I see my husband had poured his coffee out in the sink from a high elevation, it's splashed far and wide across the sink and counter suggesting to me me he was emotional after we'd left for the hospital.
I almost went and cleaned the blood off the floor where this occured. I see my son tried o wipe it up himself, it's about 2 Sq Ft. This is a 'man cave' space I've asked the males to install rubber flooring in many times for fear of this very thing to no avail. I decided to leave the stain so perhaps they might "get it" and put the matting in as I'd asked. I know my husband is staying in the house right now because he can't deal with the idea of seeing that.
I am at a complete loss. What the fuck is the about? I can't imagine acting in such an emotional, self indulgent, unproductive way. And I find myself annoyed that I can never have a moment that I could even consider behaving in such unsupportive/indulgent (selfish) way. A point that I doubt has ever crossed my husband (or daughters) mind.
Thank you *off rant*
I'd appreciate some other input. I think I must not be able to see what their problem is. *shrug*
As as is common this came on at about age 17, and has steadily become worse. Age for a male to die with condition, 28 - 35. Usually due to stress, lack of sleep, lack of a consistant sleep schedule, illness or alcohol consumption reducing effectiveness of meds, or being alone/not having someone available to give assistance/call for help. Often causes memory loss, confusion, or stroke. Even in young people.
The drop attacks are our immediate problem, keep us on edge.
Okay, so here is what I am befuddled about. This morning my son fell and it created a rip about 2" long in his forehead and eyebrow. He was alone, he'd stepped to our shop with his brother who had just left for a swim meet. My husband hadn't walked into the shop yet, not that it would have stopped the seizure. All of that is an odd occurance in itself, we never leave him on his own anymore. Three minutes later I hear my son back in the house and I hear "Mahmmm". I know this sound. It means "Come here. I need help (something is wrong). Do not alert Dad". Before I got into the room I fully expected I was going to be taking him to the hospital. He says "Okay, don't freak out. I think I'm going to need stiches". Yup, a 1" rip across his eyebrow and then almost 2" straight up his forehead. I didn't say anything other than let me throw on clothes and let's go. My husband was within 2 rooms of us. I decided not to say anything until my son and I were walking out the door. At which point my husband walked into the room and I announced "He needs stitches, we're leaving for the ER right now, we aren't waiting, catch up to us".
Some 15 or 20 minutes (we live about a 2 miles to the ER) husband walks in the ER, looks at our son, turns ghost white. He cannot look at the wound, tho this is far from the first time or worst our son has suffered. He disappears. I assist the nurses and doctor, my son, give all the needed info, inspect the wound. While that is going on I hear two airy sobs. I step out of the cubicle to see if it's what I think. Yes, it is. My husband is huddled in the next space over against a wall sobbing. Sobbing within ear shot. I step over and grab him by his leather shoulder, hall him out of the ER and deposit him in the lobby, say "I'm not judging you, you cannot cry infront of him. Go head here. Get yourself together, here's a coffee, and come back in when you can. I'm going back in there now". He did manage to utter "I just feel so bad for him" in the middle of all of that.
My husband is an ESTJ, my oldest daughter is and ISFJ (and an EMT too). NEITHER attended my sons nuerosurgery last year. In fact all they did was ignore it, cry, or argue with me.
When we get home I see my husband had poured his coffee out in the sink from a high elevation, it's splashed far and wide across the sink and counter suggesting to me me he was emotional after we'd left for the hospital.
I almost went and cleaned the blood off the floor where this occured. I see my son tried o wipe it up himself, it's about 2 Sq Ft. This is a 'man cave' space I've asked the males to install rubber flooring in many times for fear of this very thing to no avail. I decided to leave the stain so perhaps they might "get it" and put the matting in as I'd asked. I know my husband is staying in the house right now because he can't deal with the idea of seeing that.
I am at a complete loss. What the fuck is the about? I can't imagine acting in such an emotional, self indulgent, unproductive way. And I find myself annoyed that I can never have a moment that I could even consider behaving in such unsupportive/indulgent (selfish) way. A point that I doubt has ever crossed my husband (or daughters) mind.
Thank you *off rant*
I'd appreciate some other input. I think I must not be able to see what their problem is. *shrug*