Today, I was enjoying lunch with a friend. I had made
sandwiches of roasted chicken, Lorraine cheese, and a chipotle mayo on
multigrain bread. I served it with a well iced lemon ginger tea that I had
brewed the night before. Morning tasks had been completed and I was in a good
Â My friend started
waving a hand in my face and repeatedly asking me if I was alright. I was so surprised at the behavior that I
could only offer a wry expression rather than an answer. She was behaving quite
odd. A memory then hit me out of the cosmos. People had treated me this way
before. I suddenly felt as if I could move my arms. I was a bit startled to
also realize that a moment ago, I could not have moved them for all the effort
I could muster. Setting the thought aside, I expressed my annoyance by pushing
her hand away from my face. I said “I’m fine, what are you doing?” I am usually
in better control of my emotions, but my annoyance was far more evident than I
had intended. I was breathing heavily.
As she explained, her worried tone abated. I
had been staring off into space, and she could not get my attention. An absence
seizure. They don’t often travel alone with me. There would likely be another. I
asked her how long had been in such a state. She said that it had been almost a
minute but seemed like so much more. The morning had come with so much optimism.
The rest of the day seemed damp and cold. I wonder if I had any more.