Literally.
My son came home from his weekend camping with scouts, and let me know he'd had 2 seizures. The first was because he tripped over a stump in the dark - not fun, but ok. The second, he was throwing a log on the camp fire, and had a seizure. He nearly fell into the fire, but his friend Alex caught him. He told me this pretty matter-of-factly.
But for me there was nothing routine about it. I keep picturing him falling into the fire, his face burning, and being scarred for the rest of his life - and maybe blind, too. It terrifies me. All the risks of accident do. Even though the tree-stump tripping ended up ok, he could easily hit his head in just the right way to cause serious damage or even death.
I'm still so very scared for him, in addition to all the other stress - such as my ex kicking his daughter out of his house, and calling her a see-you-next-Tuesday. I mean, who the fuck DOES that?
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