Life was going on at a good clip as of last night - busy and nearly unmanageable, but things were getting done. But my phone rang very early this morning.
It was my mom.
My dad was in an ambulance on his way to the ER.
Instantly, life-as-I-live-it was interrupted.
It was very scary and not much detail was available, but as the day continued, it became clear he'd suffered a grand mal seizure. He was "postictal" from 6:00 AM to nearly 1:00 PM, which means that he was in an altered, post-seizure state of consciousness for that long. That's very long. He had a really big, really bad seizure. The thing is, test after test has failed to uncover the cause of this seizure.
In some respects, that's very good news. There is no tumor, no stroke, no aneurysm. At the same time, the fear of a recurrence is pretty strong without any definable, underlying reason.
He is doing well, but is still in the hospital for observation and, I believe, a neurological consultation tomorrow, and for those things (especially the first), I am grateful.
But I am tired.
I am so, so very tired.
I still have homework and deadlines and students to teach and somewhere in here, I must find some sleep. I haven't had enough of that sleep stuff to be able to deal with the emotional stress of today.
I don't suppose there is much else to say about all of it. Mostly, I just wanted to take a minute to tell all of you thanks for your thoughts and prayers. Most of this blog's little circle of people have been in touch with me throughout today and the support has been so vital to me and my family. I love you all and I don't think it would be possible to do life without you.