Mickey woke me up this morning, yakking on the carpet in my bedroom. I was tired, so I lifted my head and thought, “I’ll deal with it later,” and drifted back to sleep.
Then The Boyfriend had a seizure. He’s fine, but he needs to figure out what to do about work today. He called in earlier because he literally couldn’t remember if he had to work tonight or not, and they put him on with the office supervisor. I took the phone from him because it takes his brain a while to think clearly. He went to Detroit yesterday for a ballgame and he doesn’t remember any of it. In fact, I had a moment of panic this morning because I couldn’t find his black bag that he carries all of his meds in; I ended up waking up one of the guys he was with yesterday - for nothing, as it turned out, since I found the bag as soon as I hung up.
As I type this, he’s trying to remember yesterday. “I went to a ballgame. With Fletcher and Mojo.”
“Yes,” I said. “Do you remember if they won or lost?”
“I think they won,” he said.
“Well, now you’re living in a dreamworld, honey.”
(Actually, he’s half right. The Tigers won the second game of their doubleheader, but they were beaten soundly in the first game.)
I think he’s going to call in sick. He should. Seizures take a lot out of him. Hell, they take a lot out of me and I’m not the one having them.
It doesn’t help that they’re almost always early in the morning, especially when I can’t remember the last time I had a decent night’s sleep. I’ve spent the last several of them in pain. My foot, due to Plantar Fasciitis, has been really bothering me. No doubt it’s from all the standing I’ve done at concerts this week, in my favorite sandals that provide absolutely no support. No one to blame but myself. And it’s still nothing compared to how he’s going to feel in a few hours when his muscles start aching.
I have a confession, though. It pisses me off just a little bit that this happened today. Today isn’t supposed to be about The Boyfriend. Today is supposed to be about Mike. I don’t want to take care of The Boyfriend today.
I’m such a bitch.
Sorry you had a rough start to your day. I always seem to have a bad day on August 4th (my dad’s birthday) and March 12 (the day he died). I hope your day got better and you were able to reflect and celebrate Mike’s life.
BTW, I have to tell you that I really enjoy your blogs. I read them every couple days and find myself looking forward to seeing what’s going on with you, and I’m disappointed if there’s nothing new. I love ya, ex-stepsister!