It’s OK to Say “OK”
Barbara Wilson Asby
(presented by Donna O’Donnell Figurski)
For the first time in over five years, I finally broke down and reached out to my husband for help today when I was having a seizure.
Why in the world do we have to be so darn strong all of the time?? For those who don’t really know me, I am going through a change right now – my seizures have gotten worse for the past few weeks or so. Today was no different. I don’t know if it was caused by the traveling, the holidays, or the stress of the Redskins versus the Cowboys game (LMAO), but I started having the seizure just after noon.
I began watching the game and started feeling worse – no, not due to the game (LOL). “We” (the ‘skins, that is – LOL) were looking pretty good at this point. I started going downhill quickly, and hubby watched this. He kept asking what to do. There really isn’t anything a spouse can do. I am the type that likes to be alone when these things are happening.
Then I started to feel like I was going to faint. I personally think there is no worse feeling than when your body puts you through this, especially when the feeling stays right there – not making up its mind what to do. I call it a “brown out.” For 30 minutes or so, I fought the brown out.
Then I looked at my husband and said, “Now don’t freak out, but I am going to faint. Don’t freak out, OK?”
He came over to me and said, “OK. Baby, is there anything I can do?” OMG, how nice it felt for him to be there with me.
I said, “No. Just don’t freak out! OK? Just don’t freak out!”
Meanwhile, I was the one freaking out because he was there. I normally handle things so much better when no one is around (LOL). Then I just gave in and had my hubby hold me. I was so wiped out – too tired even to cry. He put his arms around me and said, “Breathe, Baby. I am here. Just breathe – calm down.”
So for once, I did breathe. Dang it! Why do people with a TBI have to be so STRONG!!!!!
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