The past few days have been so hectic, I couldn't tell you right now, what day we're on. Night before last, Mallory had another seizure, so now she's been referred to a neurologist, who can't see her until the end of March. It seems so far away to me, but that's the best they can do.
Mean runs in my family. The ladies all have the mean gene. Spang down to Mikyla and Mallory, and I have deep suspicions that Maegan too has it.
You see, Mallory has had 2 grand mal seizures now, and both times, Mikyla witnessed them from the start. She noted the way Mallory fell, how her eyes rolled up leaving only whites, the arms curling up and the hands, the tremors and shaking, and it just terrified her. It would terrify me too, I'm sure of it.
In telling each of us how she "saved" Mallory's life by calling for Daddy, Mikyla described in detail what Mallory did. Mallory,with solomn eyes stands there listening to this story over and over - she can't remember the events herself, but she takes in the description like a sponge.
The next thing we know, every five minutes, Mikyla comes running, tears running down her terrified face, shrieking to us.. "Mallory's having a seizure! Help!" We go running to find Mallory grinning smugly and hear her explanation, "I was just tricking Mikyla", or.. "I was just playing a joke on Mikyla."
Once she found out how scared she makes Mikyla, we've had the dickens of a time getting her to stop that... to understand that it's not a funny joke, that she is making Mik a nervous wreck. Mean. It's the mean gene. To Mallory, it's the funniest joke in the world.
Mikyla isn't sleeping well.. every 30 seconds she nudges Mallory and asks her if she's okay.. to which Mallory grumps, "I was sleeping, leave me ALONE!"
Mikyla has the gene too.. you see.. I taught her my telephone number a couple of months ago.. just in case she needed me, I wanted her to be able to reach me from anywhere... this second seizure, her daddy asked her to go phone his mother so she could get help to him... but Mikyla didn't know her phone number. Her nana spent the next day teaching Mik her number..and now Mik can dial it with ease. And does.
Now Mikyla's Papaw is in the early stages of Alzheimers. He's easily confused. Mikyla knows this. I was bathing Maegan a while ago, the portable phone closeby, and Mik came in to ask if she could call Nana. Sure, call her..
So she dialed and talked to her Nana for a few minutes, then suddenly Mikyla started talking this.. foreign language.. "Pshatwat Dar Doobadawort Fadooba Swachaa Scheee Swachaa chaa cahh."
I listened and she just kept repeating this jibberish into the phone and then...
*laughs*
I could hear him begging her.. "Mikyla please! Talk so as Papaw can understand you, I don't know what you're saying."
More intently, in a voice and tone suggesting urgency, Mik kept repeating, like it was the most important thing in the world for him to understand, ""Pshatwat Dar Doobadawort Fadooba Swachaa Scheee Swachaa chaa cahh!!!!!! PSHATWAT
DAR DOOBADAWORT FADOOBA SWACHAA SCHEEE SWACHAA CHAA CHAA!!!"
I stopped splashing the water and leaned to hear his confused response (the mean gene of my own) and it was all I could do to keep a straight face while I heard him begging her to "Please Mikyla, I can't understand you, what are you saying to papaw!"
That's pretty cold to blatently and with calculated intent, try to confuse an alzheimer stricken grandfather. I could see after a time though, Mikyla was doing it on purpose, then she finally put down the phone with 'feigned' irritation that he didn't understand. She just looked up at me, smiled ever so innocently and then skipped away.
Maegan, she likes to kick Mikyla and Mallory. Anytime she's close enough, she sticks that foot out and tries her best to kick them. With the most intent gaze their way you'd ever want to see. She knows what she's doing. They've had the green weeny once she starts walking.
Posted by juel at February 9, 2006 07:27 PM