I had another exciting early morning. About 5 AM I had another attack. Luckily, I was able to call the house. Both my parents came down to help me. This was the first night since my last attack that Japhy didn't sleep downstairs with me. I'm beginning to think I can't be left alone, even to sleep.
This attack was pretty relentless and lasted about an hour and a half. It was light outside when my attack finally finished. This one was a little more upper body intense. My arms would convulse and my shoulders would seize up so tightly that my throat would be completely closed and I couldn't breathe. Over and over again. Between this and my legs convulsing, my mama said I looked like a fish outta water. I felt badly that they had to miss out on their sleep. Too bad I can't schedule these attacks for a more convenient time, like never.
Japhy was a saint. He made me lunch when I woke up, and helped me walk to the bathroom. He even let me pick what show I wanted to watch, and watched it with me.
This attack was just really frustrating because I was finally getting strong enough to walk around downstairs and sit up on my own without feeling like I was going to fall over. I had big goals for today, like going upstairs for the first time in over a week, showering, and even trying to clean my room a little. Instead, I get another couple of recovery days downstairs and back to weakness, soreness, and dizziness. I tried to sit up to eat and it was too much for my body. Sometimes I find my physical limitations rather inconvenient.
On the plus side, I got a couple new movies in the mail today to keep me entertained.
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