That doesn't mean "no 21" as in "number 21". That means, no 21 miles yesterday. And no jokes today either.
Life has a way to interrupt the laughter on occasion. The best laids plans and important long runs suddenly take a back seat.
After a day of sun, soccer tournaments, playing on the playground, running around with the neighborhood girls, my nearly 7 year old filly (birthday #7 Wednesday) went to bed like any other day Saturday night. By 10:30 PM she was still playing in the dark with her Care Bear teddy bears (we allow some weekend slippage of the "lights out" rule.) By 11:30 PM, Mrs. Nitmos and I headed to bed ourselves to prepare for the resumption of the soccer tournament bright and early the next day. The filly appeared to be resting quietly.
By 11:50 PM, as I was drifting into sleep, I was awakened by the scared yell from Mrs. Nitmos coming from my daughter's room. She had heard a noise and went to check it out.
My daughter was throwing up in her sleep. Though her eyes were open, she was not responding to any communication. Jaw clenched. After a few minutes frantically deciding what we should do, 9-1-1 was called. The ambulance arrived.
She was having a seizure. She has no history of seizure. No family history either.
It was a long night filled with tense moments, needles, tests, scans, and an overwhelming feeling of What The Heck Is Going On Here.
By morning, now in the pediatric ICU and still sleeping from the anti-seizure medication, an MRI and EEG were ordered. My daughter opened her eyes. She was still medicated but was making eye contact and responding to familiar voices.
Sunday afternoon was spent with the doctors analyzing all the information we knew about her, family history, and test results. In the end, the MRI and CT scans were, thankfully, normal. The only anomaly was the EEG (measuring brain wave activity). She appears to be susceptible to seizures with no known cause.
Life changes quickly and without warning. This was one bumpy ride.
My daughter is back home now. She has a ton of attitude...something I've expressed in this space below. It's back and in regular form. I'm not sure if the hospital voluntarily released her or if they were simply following her orders.
She will be on anti-seizure medication for the foreseeable future and, possibly, permanently.
I missed an important long run yesterday and couldn't care less. My filly is home and everything will start to return to normal.
The jokes and silliness will return to F.M.S soon. Long runs, short runs, fartlek runs, limbo runs will one again take center stage. Perhaps, even my weird preoccupation with llamas.
Run and live well everyone. I'll be back in a few days!