I was hoping with the new neurologist and additional meds
that the seizures would start abating.
We were clear for a few weeks, but Monday night at 4:00 am
we had another bout of that nasty "post-ictal psychosis."
Of all she and I have been through,
the aggressive psychosis following some of her seizures
is the toughest thing in the world to witness.
I can only imagine how scary it is for her.
The injury she inflicts on me in this state is not in her punches.
The wounds sustained are only in my heart.
It's times like these when I realize
there is nothing harder for a mother
as her child