On open letter

Dear epilepsy,

I thought you had left us. It’s been 17 fabulous months since you showed up in our lives. Please stop coming around. You are not welcome here you fickle *&^#@. Because of you, instead of our usual lovely morning routine, we were hopping into an ambulance and spending half the day in the ER. I hate the ER. I hate watching my son get poked with needles, and tubes.  That joint is so last year.  Didn’t you get the memo?

And even though they let us go by noon, and it was a relatively smooth visit I still have a son that will be disoriented for days because he was pumped full of Valium this morning.

You will not break us again. You will not break him. We are stronger than you.

So, get out of here epilepsy. Go. Shoo. Take a long walk of a short pier. Go eat worms. Get bent. Bugger off.

Truly,

Jennifer

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7 Responses to “On open letter”

  1. Stephanie Says:

    Oh man Jen, so sorry. Do you know what brought it on? Can you even tell such a thing? How are you all doing?

  2. There is truly no ryme or reason, but I really thought we were done with all that.

  3. Oh, Lucas is doing better. He’s just dopey, and has a bit of an upset stomach. I think he’s on the mend though. He’s so strong. Like a little ninja that kid. Thanks for asking.

  4. Huge hugs my friend. Ninja kids have Samrai moms.

  5. My sweet Jenny. I just found this. Hope you’re all feeling better. Will call you tomorrow. Love you!

  6. stephanie Says:

    I would agree about the Samrai mom! :) I always feel you can endure more than me.

  7. yeah F YOU epilepsy.

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