A Couple of Days Post Trauma

So, it's been a few days. Things are slowly calming down. After missing a ton of sleep Saturday night, I was hoping that Sunday night would be better. I woke up around 2am feeling sick to my stomach. After a miserable hour or so, I ended up throwing up myself. Luckily I have much better aim than TD. Still, I missed another few hours of sleep.
TD has been relegated to soft foods, so I have been racking my brain trying to figure out different things for him to eat that don't involve small seeds, spicy foods, or a lot of chewing. I wrote up a menu and just let him pick off the list.
I also couldn't leave him alone for a few days. Buttercup was given babysitting duties when Fiona and I went out a couple of times. I needed to pick up some of those soft foods. I think Buttercup was a bit nervous, probably worried that he would have a fit while we were gone.
This morning, I left him for the first time alone. I had to get out to the Y and work out some of this stress. Funny enough, I left Dukie in charge of him, who promptly sat on his chest and fell asleep. That is a good cat! He got some special treats when I got home.
I am still not feeling entirely myself. It's a combo of lack of sleep, severe stress and that darn stomach of my mine. I told TD it's because I don't trust him entirely any more. We aren't talking, other girls type of distrust, merely that if he told himself he could push through his dizziness, then I can't entirely trust him to take it easy. He said that it was a wake up call for himself. I guess we no longer have different standards for what is okay for me and what is okay him. He used to get away with all sorts of behaviors that he would never let me get away with, with regards to what it's okay for a body to do.
I have to think that this incident forever changes us. TD is no longer invincible. When I was being questioned by the paramedics about his medical history, there was nothing on it. Now, because he has had one seizure, he is more likely to have another. If he does have another, he will have to go on medication. If he goes for four years without another one, then his risk will be the same as everyone else's of having a seizure. I can't believe we have another countdown to get through.
Someone called us exciting. I don't know if that's the word for it. Exciting sounds fun and our weekend was far from it. I don't ever want to see what I saw this weekend ever again.