I Hate Epilepsy!

I like to cook, but I’m pretty rotten at reading cook books. Most often I’ll miss ingredients or steps, or get overwhelmed. Once I’ve cooked the recipe tho I become smooth as silk.

So to get me solid on a new recipe the Mrs. and I do a little devise and conquer. She reads the recipe and barks orders and gives me a hand when I need one, and I do most of the leg work. It works REALLY well, as I handle everything and see how the meal goes together so next time I fly solo like a champ.

This evening we decided I’d learn how to make a really nice Okra dirty-rice salad. All things were going well until the Mrs. started having trouble finding her words. She also started using the word “World” in excess.

Mrs. Weer’d: “ummm….umm…you should watch that world over there. Mix it together and make it all worldly!”

Yeah that’s pretty much how she was talking. I’ve seen this before, this is one of the types of seizures she has. At first it didn’t seem too bad….but as things advanced, and the stakes got higher with food cooking things went downhill FAST.

Her speech became gibberish, and when I asked questions I’d get answers to questions I didn’t ask. There was only so far before tempers flared on both sides.

Finally dinner was done, and neither of us were hungry, and both of us are feeling pretty poorly about the course of events.

What sucks is the true object of my rage is a damn disease, it totally sucks!

I’ll be happy when this is all behind us.