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27May/120

Fecking Side Effects

Another week and another Sunday in Crystal Fountain. Still the weeks roll on and the house we were supposed to move into at Ballyard still isn’t ready. It looks like we’re cursed to stay in this complex, next to the fenced off source of the ‘crystal fountain’, as mentioned in The Rose of Tralee lyrics, I even saw ‘the pale moon rising over the green mountains’ last night. Poor Muttley is still in kennels, his rent is going to be more than a small mortgage by the time we leave here and I doubt if he’s even thought of us once. It could be worse but living out of boxes for three weeks is getting tiresome but hey, there’s great broadband.

Last night I was woken up by some drunks off a stag night, wandering around the estate.  Been woken at 3.34am by voices outside your window is unnerving. Funnily enough when I turned on the light they ran off but it took me a while to get back to sleep. The night before Freddie had jumped up in the bed at about the same time, shouting about the bee in his ear. He’d been in a deep, deep sleep and the bee must have been in one of his dreams. The poor little dreamer looked really scared and while cuddled up to me for the next twenty minutes or so, he kept flicking at his ear. Again, it took me a while to get back to sleep and in that time, he had another dream, this one about killing Jaws. Vivid dreams and longer than normal ones at that, seem to be one of the side effects of his condition. Nearly every morning he can recall in full a dream, or series of dreams, he’s had during the night, giving full detail of the horrors he encountered.

Side effects are a big feature in little Fred’s life.

Since day one when he went on these Anti-Epileptic Drugs, AEDs, he’s suffered one side effect or another. The most obvious one is the impact on his cognitive abilities. In order to work these drugs get into his central nervous system,  to keep his brain calm but they obviously also slow down the brain. His speech is affected; sometimes he really has to think to try getting the most obvious word out, hesitating in middle of a simple sentence, waiting for his brain to catch up. Other times he gets word placement backwards or drops them altogether. Remembering things he’s learnt can be very difficult and frustrating for him. He might learn a page of reading in the morning but have forgotten it completely by the afternoon but have it back fully the next day. This really affects his education. Funnily enough, he could tell you in detail the full plot of Jaws, 1 to 3, or the latest Spongebob but reading and retaining what he’s read is proving very difficult. The learning difficulties, the dopiness and word recall are very obvious at the moment, maybe a combination of the Frisium and the Tegretol. The weaning of the Frisium is starting this week; hopefully we’ll have a less dopey man in a month’s time.

One of the side effects of the Tegretol is on his walking. His judgement is just that bit off and he tends to plod along, possibly trying to counteract the “confusion in his brain” as he puts it. During the week, he had a fight with his mother about his walking. Lisa, so frustrated by her darling boy being so doped up, was trying to get him to walk without plodding along. When I came home from work, he called me over:

“Dad, can you talk to Mummy?” he said, looking up at me with his imploring eyes.

“About what?” I asked, smiling down at him.

“About the medicine walk, sometimes I can’t help doing the medicine walk”, he answered in his sad voice.

Another one for the Freddie list, ‘the medicine walk’, but it goes to show too how aware he’s becoming of the medicines and their side effects. Lisa and I say it, about a hundred times a day, but the sooner we get him off the medicines the better. Freddie is a wonderful, entertaining, intelligent, caring, witty, fun loving little fellow and I can’t wait for him to be able to show his charms to the world. The Tegretol too has the effect of making him very sleepy, just what he needs on top of the Frisium dopiness, often leading him to have an afternoon nap. We make light of this comparing him to an old man needing an afternoon snooze but it really impacts on his life and you could start winding his day down from about 3pm. No way for a kid to spend his childhood.  The combined affect of all four medicines is his uncontrolled jerking. His fingers will flicker all day, the hands jump, the legs jitter, some days are worse than others. If he’s sitting still, watching TV or a DVD, it can be really obvious and the fear is always that it’s the beginning of seizure activity or a sign of one to come. The afternoon can be worse than morning time but when he’s asleep they disappear altogether, the brain, at peace, stops jumping but then those vivid dreams kick in…

After 18 hospital free days, we ended back in KGH this Wednesday. On Tuesday evening he had seizure after being outside playing, not too bad a one, by the time Ruby and I came home he was sitting up eating dinner but he had that telltale doped look in his eyes. He recovered well enough and we had a peaceful night of watching both the TV and Freddie. Not before the poor man got sick all over the bedroom floor though, he just couldn’t make it to the bathroom in time. Unfortunately, this happened too early after medicine time for it to be have been absorbed but too late to give him any more, for fear of overdosing. Freddie just doesn’t get a break. The next morning I woke early, my inner warning system must have had me on alert for early seizure activity... By the time, Lisa came to take him at 7am all was fine but he was in a very deep sleep when we tried waking him. At breakfast, he said he didn’t like the toast “not the right sort of bread” and while I was telling him it was the same as always, he keeled over. A full-blown 90 second or so one, which knocked him out. Ruby and I left for Dingle, leaving Lisa with Freddie stretched out on the couch, fast asleep. By nine o’clock, he’d had two more and Lisa quickly packed the bags for the hospital trip. Some woman doing all this on her own. On the way over, he had another one in the car, just what she needed travelling on her own. Lisa rang me from the A&E saying they were settled and for me not to worry, they were in good hands. That may be true but I threw myself into work that morning in an attempt to distract myself, catching up on all those ignored jobs. All this is such a disappointment and it looked like a bad cluster was forming. Then I remembered the vomiting the night before, maybe the medicines are working to an extent but they hadn’t made it into his system just all over the bedroom floor! A tiny consolation but when you are 35 miles away anything will do. As the day progressed the threat of a cluster receded, no Lorazepam needed and a phone call from Fred about midday asking if he could go to the toyshop lifted my spirits no end. The morning dose of his drugs would have kicked in and begun doing their job. It looks like we’ll have to live with the side effects for the time being.

As soon as Ruby came in from school, we headed off.

At the hospital, the walk from the carpark, the run up the stairs, is all so familiar as is the warm welcome I get from the nurses. Freddie was sitting up in his bed, Lisa under a blanket reading her Kindle, it could have been a scene from our home life….he was happy to see me and wasn’t worried about Mummy going off to feed Ruby, no regard for the day his mother had just put down, hardly a goodbye as I walked her to the door.

The two men sat down to a plate of wedges and salads. You can’t beat the healthy hospital food on offer from the staff canteen and after the feed, we cosied up for a couple of hours of chat and reading before Lisa returned for the night shift. The ward was empty and looking back across at the two on their own, I really wished it were possible to take them both home. Fecking epilepsy. On my way down the stairs, I met Nurse Marie coming on duty. She looked really disappointed to see me, not in a bad way even though I do tease her a lot, but because it meant Fred was back, again... Marie has been with us from the start, knows the whole story. Seeing her made me happy as it meant Freddie was going to be in good, understanding hands.

The next morning I was over with them by about 7.15 with coffee and breakfast. Epilepsy might be interfering in our lives but Freddie wasn’t going to miss breakfast two mornings in a row, not if I had any say in the matter. So we sat up on his bed tucking into plates of omelette, toast and rashers, no rashers for me obviously, all washed down with mugs of fresh coffee. The look on Freddie’s face when he saw what was on offer was only wonderful. The two had had a peaceful night and would be coming home mid-morning. Life, as we know it, would be getting back to normal.

At 8 o’clock, I set off to collect Ruby. Coming out of the hospital a text came through…

“Come on Dad!” it ordered

Before I could answer it, the phone rang:

“Where are you?” my darling daughter asked

“Just leaving the hospital,” I replied

“Oh for god’s sake I’m going to be late for school”

She keeps me grounded, no matter what… don't get me started on the side effects of a teenage daughter....

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20May/120

Violent scenes at CUH

In the consultant’s room in CUH on Friday Freddie wanted to go to the waiting room next door to get paper cups. He’d spotted the cups on one of our previous visits and wanted them to make false noses as seen on Art Attack. So the two of us went off to get a few, leaving Lisa to wait for his neurologist. We’d already gone through all recent developments, medicine changes, seizure activity and hospital visits with her registrar and he’d gone off to report what was new. On our way back down the corridor, I heard some terrible noises coming from the consulting room…

First off, I heard what sounded like a chair being flung back and then a table being overturned. This was followed by screaming and what could only be punches being thrown. Lisa’s voice rose above the violence…

“Where’s the appointment you ******** **** *****?”

No, none of that happened. What I did hear was Lisa in conversation with Dr O’Mahoney and I hurried up so I’d be part of it. She was pleased that even though Freddie was still getting seizures it appeared that the ferocity of the clusters was receding, a sign that the Tegretol medicine might be working. For the first time in about five years and especially since this terrible patch began last autumn, the indicators were that a medicine might be doing its job. Not fully, as he’s still getting seizures but at long last we might, just might, be getting to the turn-off to the road that will lead to giving the little man some semblance of a normal life. After living with epilepsy for so long now we both know that nothing is ever certain and just when you get your hopes up it can all change for the worst in the flash of a misfiring neuron. It’s a terrible way to live, that you can’t allow yourself the comfort of being optimistic because you’ve been kicked back so often.

All in all though it was a good meeting. Freddie is scheduled to come off the Topomax this week and then Lisa can begin the weaning of the Frisium, a particularly strong AED. The good thing about Frisium is that you can go on a high dose fairly quickly and Fred was put on it to try easing the hell of last August. The side effect of it is that it makes the patient dopey, especially when it interacts with other AEDs.  Freddie's  is a comparatively small does but it will still take nearly two months for him to be off it fully. Lately he’s been particularly dopey making schoolwork very difficult, his coordination is way off and is very sleepy in the afternoons.  In a couple of months he’ll be on only two medicines, Tegretol and Keppra. The plan then is to introduce a drug that aids the Tegretol, called Vimpat. After starting on the Vimpat, Keppra can be removed, but again only slowly. Freddie has been on Keppra for nearly two years now with little effect, but unfortunately, it gets right into the central nervous system so we have to be careful coming off it. If by the end of the summer we can be down to two medicines with maybe, maybe, maybe a bit of control all will be worth it. The worst thing about starting a new medicine is the possibility of side effects, some can be life threatening, some just plain horrible and nasty. Last summer Freddie went on Epilim only for it to give him more seizures and it’s withdrawal was even worse…

On the PET scan, the neurologist has Freddie prioritised for an appointment towards the end of June. Now that the scan can be done in Cork, we just have to wait for the unit to be opened…this is scheduled for this month. After opening, it will need to be calibrated for Freddie’s particulars, this, as he will be the first, should take three weeks. It seems like a bit of a drag but apparently it’s the way these things go. The upside, is by having it  done in Cork, where all Fred’s team are,  things should move a lot faster and be under the sole control of his neurologist. Freddie will be the priority of everybody there, not just a name on a list as he would be elsewhere.

Whilst things are looking up Freddie is still living with regular seizures. Wednesday evening, almost exactly five days since the last one, he keeled over at home with Lisa. By the time Ruby and I arrived, he was up eating his bowl of rice, soya sauce and olive oil. When I walked in Fred looked up at me through sleepy eyes and even though he was eating, it was obvious something had happened. Lisa hadn’t rung so I wasn’t sure. Though he’d gone down only an hour previously he was having dinner, his quick powers of recovery, aided we presume by Tegretol, easing someway what he was going through. Another night of Freddie watching, has it been any different lately, but he got through with a clean card, no hospital again. The next morning though he had a couple in bed, one about 5am and another about an hour later. Why I was awake at 5am I don’t know, the seizure was so slight it couldn’t have woken me, we must be so attuned to his slightest movements at this stage. After he had another two slight ones we gave him have a Frisium about 7am. Though he was high as a kite for a while, he got through the day ok. Shows how strong these medicines are, half a tablet and he was like Dean Martin in his heyday.

On the way down toCorkon Friday, somewhere after Farran, Fred started talking about the zebra stripes…

“Where?” I asked.

“Back there” he said pointing; a bit too late for me to understand what he was on about.

Fred tends to look at life and his surrounds a bit differently, probably nothing to do with his medicines, at least not fully anyway. A few years ago I started a list of Freddie’s words and phrases for the things he saw around him. ‘Ghost’ his word for steam, ‘blue dark’ for twilight and plenty others. What the zebra stripes were, I couldn’t figure and all Fred was doing to explain was saying “back there”…

On the way home I gave him my phone with the GPS system open so he could track our progress. For a while it was giving full satellite imaging so he could see the buildings, roads and fields that we were passing. A few miles out from the real capital, he said that the zebra stripes were coming up again…

“There” he said, pointing to the right after a couple of bends.

In the fields where he was pointing were row upon row of polythene covered drills. The farmer must have sown corn,  protecting the early growths from frost and birds with the polythene. The  fields of covered drills stretched back up over the hills, visible only through a gap in the trees, like, yes, a zebra’s stripes.  Another term for Freddie’s lexicon of modern English…

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13May/120

A new life in Crystal Springs

Sunday morning in Crystal Springs,  the holiday home resort we’re temporarily living in, never thought I’d be writing a line like this. Unfortunately, the tenant hasn’t vacated the lovely house we were expecting to move into last weekend, and so we’re refugees on this estate. It could be a lot worse, the house is nice but as anyone who’s stayed in a holiday home built in the last 10 years will testify, its limited and not a home. All our stuff is in storage in an unfinished house next to the one we’re expecting to move into, so it’s been living out of boxes for us this last week. If we were actually on holidays, it would be fine but we’re not and it’s unsettling. Poor Muttley the dog is verboten and is in a kennels not far from our old house in Ballyseede. Ruby and I dropped him over last Monday morning, he didn’t seem to mind all the barking from the other inmates and apparently, he’s settled in well. He probably knows he has to take the rough with the smooth, thankfully.

Lisa, incredibly, moved us into two houses last Sunday. What was needed immediately came here to Crystal Springs, the rest of our possessions went to Ballyard. Ruby, supposedly grounded, had taken the early bus to Dingle for the Feile Na Bealtaine parade. Fred was wrapped up next to me and having a series of little frontal lobe seizures, just what Lisa needed on top of everything else.  He’d be in the middle of talking to me, suddenly he’d stop and whatever word he’d be saying would stick in his mouth, like a scratched record. Five seconds later, he’d shake his head, collect his thoughts and continue as if nothing happened. At one stage he was walking to the bathroom and was thrown against the wall, giving his head an awful whack. Within seconds he was back on his feet, crying because of the bump but also I think out of fear of what was happening. This went on for the morning, every hour or so and was horrible to witness. It didn’t seem to take anything out of him, he carried on as normal each time but it really was upsetting for us. What was happening to our little boy now? In all my research I’ve read of kids having hundreds of seizures a day, now we were experiencing a dose of it, but was it any better than the big tonic clonic ones he’s also well capable of having? After lunch, he settled a bit and Lisa, stressed to the nines, continued with the move.  About three, he started having them every five minutes and we had to give him the diazepam. Gradually Lisa was working her way to the front room, emptying the house as she went. Thankfully, as she was doing this the little FLS stopped for a while. At about five, when Ruby was home and helping her Mum, they started again. That chu, chu, chu, sound he made when trying to fight them will stay with me forever. They weren’t as frequent as before but still had us on edge. When finally, we were all packed and ready to go it seemed as if they’d stopped.

At the new house Freddie was all excited about having eventually arrived and wanted to show me around. As he walked in the door of the new bedroom, he keeled over and had a big tonic clonic seizure. We were all at the end of our tether at this stage and though he recovered quickly, it looked like hospital might be the only answer. Another small FLS and Lisa made the call. He was ok and didn’t want to go but we couldn’t continue as we were. Ten minutes into a new house and off we were going to A&E. Lisa was completely ‘up to the high doh’ as she would say, as she wanted to clean the old house, leave it as we found it. My back was still wrecked and even though I offered to do it we both knew I wasn’t up to it. So I stayed with our little man in the brand spanking new A&E at Kerry General Hospital, leaving Lisa to head over to Ballyseede. About five minutes after she left I found her phone in my pocket, in my confusion I’d taken both phones from the car.

‘Now’ I thought to myself, ‘she’ll definitely be up to the high doh.’

In the A&E, we were been treated like royalty. Fred had come round quickly enough and was sitting up chatting to the nurse. Some man for the chat, wherever he gets that from….The doctor came down, happy to see us but probably not as happy as he would have been if it was Lisa. They did all the obs on Freddie and he passed them all. As usual, they had to put a line in just in case he went on to cluster. After all these trips Freddie hates the needle but yet he insists on watching the IV line being put in, despite the nurse trying to hide it from him. After it was in, we settled down to wait for the call from the ward. Peter, one of the head nurses, was showing people around the new facilities but he broke off to come say hello. When it was time for Fred to go up, he came to take us. Freddie is a bit of a celebrity in KGH but I wish he wasn’t, really wish they’d never heard of him….but they have and treat him so well it breaks my heart every time.

Up on the ward, nurse Marie was waiting for us. Though she’d been off duty for 20 minutes she wanted to stay on and settle us, you can’t beat dedication like that. She seemed more worried about Lisa being off without a phone than I was. Marie knows us so well now, knows how Lisa worries. She was even able to rattle off similar times when we’d been in, identifying excitement as a seizure trigger for Freddie. As she tucked him in, Freddie broke into chat with her...

“There was confusion in my head but its gone now,” he said, looking deep into her eyes.

‘Confusion in my head’ what a wonderful expression of what had been happening to him all day but also horrible to think how it must have felt to the little man.

After we were settled, Marie went off and another nurse brought us in tea and toast. Freddie wanted rashers with his but I convinced him otherwise. So we sat on the bed, me reading the paper, Freddie watching a DVD, both of us eating freshly buttered toast. How bad? About an hour later Lisa came rushing in, stressed would be too small a word for it, but the relief poured over her when she saw the two men in such comfort. Shortly afterwards I went home as Ruby was texting about strange noises in the new house. Just the wind as it turned out. We fried up what we found in the fridge and snacked in front of the TV watching Ruby’s favourite new show, 2 Broke Girls.

The next morning I headed over with the coffee. The two were sitting up after a peaceful night, thankfully no more seizures, no strong AEDs needed. At about eleven o’clock, they sent us home and we settled into a normal bank holiday Monday.

The week went ok till Thursday evening when he had another one during his dinner. The standard one minute but he recovered fairly quickly and had a clear night. The next morning he had a small one in bed about 6.15 and another about 7.15. Both small ones but it was a sign that Freddie was still in seizure activity. Ruby and I went off to Dingle and put down our normal days. Lisa rang as we were heading home at 5pm to say he’d had two more and was giving him the diazepam to try stop a cluster developing. The drive home can’t go fast enough after a call like that but I have to drive as carefully as possible, mindful of the precious cargo sitting beside me.

We arrived back at Crystal Springs and rushed in. Freddie was just waking up after his sleep, looking fine and gave me a big hug. The fear of another cluster developing hung over us for the rest of the night but thankfully, it never bothers our Fred. He demolished two bowls of rice for dinner. His new food obsession, a bowl of rice with a drop of soya sauce and olive oil. At 9 o’clock he feel asleep in Lisa’s arms, coming into my bed about 2am. No seizure activity all night and no hospital trip, a bonus for us.

This week we have an appointment with his Neurologist in Cork. Things have moved slowly since the last one in January but we hope to get news of Fred’s PET scan. Apparently, it can now be done at CUH, which is better for us as everything can be assessed in the one place. This should speed things up, push Freddie’s hoped for surgery that bit nearer. A joke of mine is that all of Freddie’s medical charts come with BOTM stamped on the front cover. BOTM standing for Beware Of The Mother, as Lisa will not stand on ceremony when fighting Freddie’s corner. Rightly so… and if Freddie’s scan date hasn’t come through by the meeting on Friday, his neurologist will feel the full force of BOTM and it won’t be pretty.

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6May/120

A Trifecta for Lisa

This has been a week of lots of little happenings and I wish that sometimes I had the discipline to keep a diary of my daily doings. Then if I did that people would find out how boring I really am. My time has been occupied by twitter. The @ireland account chose me to curate their twitter feed for the week. It’s a good idea, replicated throughout the world, whereby a guest curator gives their unique view via twitter of all things Irish. This week I’ve discussed Cardinal Brady, sandwiches, coffee, full moons, tourism, rural decline, family and education among other things with people from Dingle toPakistan. It’s been great, exhausting fun and has opened my eyes to the potential out there. The great thing about Twitter is that it can be done anywhere so I’ve tweeted from my shop, Green Street Dingle, the top of the Conor Pass, my bed and even now whilst I’m writing this. Now I’m cuddled up to Freddie, he’s eating lunch and looking forward to moving to the new house later today.

Monday evening Ruby and I were late home for some reason or other. Freddie was excited to have us back with him,eventually. He was settled in the front room and Lisa brought him his dinner, home cooked ham and veg. After Lisa left he didn’t look too happy “I don’t want the ham” he said looking up at me, looking very sad, so I went to the kitchen to find an alternative.  When Lisa and I came back with some chicken he’d keeled over, these bloody seizures just won’t leave him alone. Not a bad one this time but enough to knock him out for a while. After a snooze of less than an hour, he woke up. That waiting to see if he’s in bad cluster, if another seizure is going to happen before he wakes, is horrible, only horrible. Thankfully, nothing materialized and after eating some of his dinner, we all settled into an evening of Freddie watching. Once again, we managed to avoid a hospital visit and Fred slept the night through. The usual night for us now of me slipping off to bed about midnight leaving Fred, Ruby and Lisa asleep in the front room. Again, about 3am he threw the door open and came in to cuddle me for the rest of the night. About 6.15am he had another seizure in my arms, a mild one and he continued his sleep afterwards. Lisa collected him about 7am to give him his medicines and get his day started. Routine, routine, routine. Unfortunately, he had another one in the front room, a bit bigger than usual one and we had to give some diazepam to settle him. After another snooze he woke and demolished the breakfast I prepared. We are constantly hoping against hope that the ferocity of the seizures is declining and the current payoff seems to be more regular, smaller ones. It’s come so now that we’re counting time in terms of not visiting the hospital instead of seizure-free days.

Wednesday morning and I have to take Ruby over the road so she can be collected by the school bus for a football competition in Mallow. Don’t know how it happened but we fell into a massive row with me refusing to take her. Eventually I end up on the Castleisland Road with Ruby screaming in my ear, swearing worse than her mother, looking for the bus that’s left without her. After what seems like forever, we find it and she storms off, wiping the tears away and leaving me rubbing the ringing out of my ears. Oh the joys of parenting. In fairness, I know she didn’t mean anything she said but the ferocity of it left me shocked. Recuperating at home before I left for work, Lisa and I decided to try ground her for a month. She’s a strong, very strong character; I blame the mother, so imposing the ban won’t be easy.

At work, I try to relax and my spirit is lifted when Ed Galvin comes in shortly after I open. He’s just back from ten days in Malta and it’s great to see him. The father of two grown boys I tell him how lucky he was to avoid the teenage girl hormones. We laugh at that one but he does tell me how his granddaughter was dropped over recently, hoarse from fighting with her parents. There’s comfort in knowing you’re not alone and I have to add I wouldn’t change Ruby for the world. A strong character is a blessing once you know where you’re going with it. Ed goes off and comes back with a good strong coffee, just what I need to put the morning behind me. About 1pm, Siobhan calls and offers to take me to lunch. She’s gone through the teen daughter years so we swap stories over soup outside in the sun. All this kindness from friends makes the day go a lot better. After a day of work and tweeting, Ruby texts me about 2.30…

“Just leaving Mallow now, bus not going back via Tralee….”

“I’ll wait here for you” I reply.

About 5.30pm we meet in the street, she looks wrecked after her day of matches, three in total I think and they hadn’t any subs so they all played every minute. A tired hormonal teen and an hours drive ahead of me….

She gets in the car.

“Sorry about this morning Dad.”

My heart lifts,  not only did she apologise but also that she knew to. Immediately too I know that any hope of grounding her for a month has been greatly diminished! We journey home in peace; in fact, she sleeps through a lot of it. All that shouting first thing in the morning can be very tiring for a teenage girl.

On Friday morning I get a call from Kev Moriarty home fromEnglandfor the weekend. After losing his job two years ago, he left for London last August and has been back and forth ever since. We have lunch with Keith inAdamsbar and after an hour of chat and teasing, I head back to work. Despite Kevin working in the city of streets paved with gold I pay for lunch…Back I go to more helping tourists and tweeting.

This morning Fred had another tiny Frontal Lobe Seizure about 615am. These ones last about 5 seconds and the fact they don’t break through is a sign that maybe one of the medicines is working. Lisa is still weaning him off the Topomax and the Keppra, a long process but getting him off these two may let the Tegretol do its job. After getting up with his Mum he had another tiny FLS about 7.15am. Fred’s epilepsy always manages to make a stressful day even more stressful and today is no different. Trying to move house and keep Freddie relaxed isn’t easy, he wants to be part of everything. Poor Lisa is doing all the work, I hurt my back yesterday and of no physical use. Talk about a trifecta of problems for my wonder-woman wife. Therefore, my job for the day, as appointed by Lisa, is the lie on the couch and watch TV with Freddie. Not the toughest job in the world. We’ve got away with it for a few hours now.

So far so good…..

 

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