Sophie had a rough day yesterday. Her seizures returned, but while numerous, they were brief and didn't seem to affect her so much. I'm not sure what to think, so I don't. This morning she was fine, except for sitting in a position too long on the floor that throws her knee out of whack so that she can't put weight on it (which is a different issue than the Todd's Paresis which occasionally affects her after a big seizure) until I literally straighten her leg and hear the grotesque pop of it going into place. These are the things that make me strong and cold and capable. I could never do what you do, some people say, and it isolates those of us who do it. Sophie stood up after I popped her knee into place and walked around her room, bent down to pick up a colorful strand of beads, got on with being herself. I don't know how she does it.
