S is the letter of the day

Or so it seemed, as Joe and I found ourselves walking back to Ronald McDonald House this evening, speaking of Sherlock Holmes and seizures. Sometimes it seems soon and very soon we will reach our home, and sometimes it seems we could walk no slower. Isaiah, upon waking from a late afternoon nap, had another seizure. Though brief, it was terrible and we found ourselves again living in a surreal world, where we talk of shared literature and break bread as our son has his brain scanned. The scan revealed no changes, and we will have to wait until morn to speak with the neurologists for a possible cause. His blood sugar was normal, so the most likely culprits are the irritating blood which remains to be reabsorbed or the high fevers he has been spiking. In the meantime, he has been restarted on anti-seizure medications and covered with ice cold cloths. Again we reinvent ourselves, hare to tortoise, hare to tortoise.