Late Monday night, Peter had two seizures. I called for an ambulance to send him to the hospital. I drove with Joy and Eryn and we spent the night in the ward. He was discharged yesterday evening. He'll need follow up at Dr Yap. Perhaps a tweak on the dosage.
The last episode was two years ago. Seemed to recur every two years or so. On Monday night, we were all asleep when it started. The two girls were frightened, but Joy took care of Eryn and carried and comforted her. Peter recovered and, after washing up, went back to bed. Before long the next episode started. This time, Joy was frightened and cried. I decided to call for an ambulance for fear of more recurrence.
I feel very detached now as I recount the events of the night. Even driving there, I was rather calm. I think I forced myself to be - with the two girls around, I cannot afford to break down. But throughout the wee hours of the morning, I was repeating to myself "I want to grow old with you".
I'm not sure if something is smothered or repressed. I just am not able to deal with this right now.