Laughter and the Proverbial Fan

The Husband continues to have some medical issues that will hopefully be resolved when he visits a neurologist on Monday (although visits to a neurologist for this family haven't turned up much, frankly). Let's hope more shit doesn't hit the fan.

Some of you have expressed that you're worried about me -- rightly so, I suppose. I know that I've dropped cryptic words and phrases here and there, and those of you who are on a similar journey probably know the signs. I'm working on it, is all I have to say. I went to another yoga class today (two times already in one week!) and felt enormous release, so that's good. Sophie did have an ugly big seizure in the car tonight, on the way to In 'N Out, and Henry had to climb into the back seat while I was driving and help to support her head because Oliver couldn't. But that started a fairly decent and open conversation with the two of them while Sophie slept, post-ictal, and I think they got some of their fears and worries voiced.

I just drove and pretended to be in control and was apparently successful because eventually we were talking about Halloween costumes and what they wanted for Christmas this year. Thank God for that.

And now the laughter: check out my new favorite blog by a woman who cares for her disabled son. Today's post made me laugh so hard that my troubles disappeared. I'm grateful for that! Click here for some dark, dark humor, served up just the way I like it.