Down hill we go...if we were even ever going up?

Today started out the same. Maizie prepares by putting on her sunglasses and waiting for it to hit. In the picture above she is actually sound asleep after the attack.

I guess we were feeling overly adventurous and made plans to meet our friends for dinner at Mi Pueblo. Maizie seemed well and put on her new dress and her Hannah Montana earrings. She even requested a little blush for her cheeks.

We were looking forward to a night out of this tiny house. We arrived and began talking with our friends. Maizie worked diligently on one dot to dot waiting for the little kids to arrive. Only about five minutes passed and she pulled me close to her and whispered, "My belly hurts." I took her to the restroom where she became very angry and insisted we leave at once to go home and get her medicine. Maizie is convinced the smell of mexican food triggered the episode and insists we never go to my favorite restaurant again. Can you hear me screaming?

I slowly walked back to our table. I felt like someone slapped me in the face. I had to tell everyone we needed to leave, that Maizie was having an episode again. We paid for our barely sipped on drinks and went home. Once home Maizie requested her pajamas. I left to run errands and within a few minutes Joe texted me that Maizie was vomiting. I was crushed. I am so beyond crying though. It reaches a point where you just don't cry because once you start you can't stop and worse...you know you will feel like crap the next day because of it. So...I don't cry and I don't wallow in it. It is just our life right now. It sucks though. I move back and forth between anger and overwhelming sadness. Thank god for my antidepressants or I would be a mess.

We called the neurologist and were given the go ahead to give Maizie the medications again since she vomited them out. The neurologist freaked Joe out by mentioning needing to go to the hospital. She agreed to wait until morning and see how Maizie is doing. The vomiting was relentless. After losing another pill she layed and moaned with pain. I gave her the third pill and prayed she could keep it down. Success! The vomiting slowed and she gradually began to be more coherent.

Now, we are watching The Jeff Corwin Experience...Maizie's new obsession. We are in for a long night of insomnia. Wahoo! Despite it all she takes it in stride. Possibly because she knows little else? Can you hear my heart breaking? Thankfully, when she is well we are able to drop everything and make the best of it.