So hubby is having some seizure activity (for him it's never a fall on the floor kind, but trouble walking, talking, thinking), and I'm trying to get him to the sofa in case it's the one time it IS a fall on the floor seizure. He's got his feet firmly planted in the kitchen is would not move until he got out "the coffee grinds and filter can go into the compost." For once I didn't have to squash the urge to SCREAM, or to just lay down on the floor until he got moving again, and he did get to the sofa in time for nothing to happen.
I think that if you are seriously looking at the floor as a place to just lay down all of a sudden, your stress level is waaaay stinkin' too high.
We have an agreement now that if he is having seizure activity, he will now go to the sofa or bed and THEN tell me whatever it was he wanted to tell me...until his multi-tasking comes back and he can walk AND talk at the same time.
It must be so incredibly frustrating to not only not be able to multi-task in the simplest ways, but to have people telling you what you need to be doing, as if you don't know your own mind. Hubby has always had a heart for the disenfranchised, particularly the mentally and physically disabled who don't have their own voices. He's worked many years with this population, and has now found himself IN it, and he is as strenuously resisting the loss of his own autonomy as he always has protected others' autonomy and voices.
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