So, no sooner had I posted the previous post on how Sophie has had no significant seizure activity despite being sick and there being a full moon, than she began seizing this morning and hasn't stopped since. My southern Italian grandparents, pictured above, were deeply superstitious, and while I can't confirm it right now, I think they definitely believed in the power of the jinx. Their blood runs powerfully through my veins (as, apparently, my facial characteristics with theirs), so I'm going to attribute Sophie's bad day to the jinx I caused by posting so exuberantly this morning.
However, that Italian ax-wielder is yet unable to knock down this obdurate tree. Sophie did have more days than ever before without seizures and, I imagine, will continue to do well.
In the meantime, I'm hunkering down.
OMG. Chills. And yes, hunker down. I'm hunkering here, too.
ReplyDeleteHunkering for you too both of us here in Seattle.
ReplyDeleteWell, we all carry superstitions within us. I am certain of that. As certain as I am that you did not jinx your daughter.
ReplyDeleteAnd can I just say that I love that new header so much I would marry it?
Thank you. That is all now.
Bummer. But it's not because you posted. I promise.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry, I'm a little confused - you write about jinxes as if they are possibly not real?
ReplyDelete(sorry about the seizures - let tomorrow be a new day)
Shit. I just read the previous post and was so relieved and happy for you. I worry about jinxes too. No way was this your fault. Hope this is a short one and she's better soon and you can unhunker.
ReplyDeleteAs my dear departed Mother in law would say when she had no control over a crappy situation..."damn, damn, double damn." Hope that Sophie is back to her new normal pdq (like tomorrow).
ReplyDeleteI can definitely see a similarity between you and your grandfather! As for the jinx, I'm sorry it has revisited. I hope these seizures are a blip.
ReplyDeleteI am reminded of that old saying, "If you want to make God laugh, tell her your plans."
ReplyDeleteI am sorry that Sophie is having a rough go of it right now. Sending you all love and light!
Our son used to be in a vicious circle of infections and mysterious fever spikes for years until his "atypical" recurrent fever was diagnosed. If my sister called and asked how he was and I answered he was fine, the boy would invariably become restless the same evening at bedtime and start to shiver in a crescendo manner. This would then culminate punctually at midnight with a fever of 103 F and an euphoria for two hours. Every time. She started to greet me with "I'm not going to ask how he is".
ReplyDeleteIn an irrational situation superstition is a rational way to react.