I put a spell on you

Today I wasn't feeling great (big surprise), but I wanted to run to Fred Meyer and Walgreens to pick up a few things. The Ballard Fred Meyer, for those unfamiliar, is kind of like a super Wal-Mart. They're a full service grocery store, and the sell everything else from women's pajamas to furniture to fishing bait. So this store is big. And overwhelming. And very confusing to my spirochete-soaked brain.

So there I was, bumbling around Fred Meyer, when I realized that my left foot was kind of dragging instead of stepping forward. And that I had no idea why I was there or what I should do about it. I paused near the plumbing supply aisle and felt those little Rice Crispie snaps in my brain that mean I'm about to have one of my little "spells." Or, to be less quaint, what I think is a seizure.

So I got into gear. I hurried through the check out line and out to the car. I sat there for a minute, trying to figure out if I could make it home safely or not. Since we're only a few blocks away, I decided to try. I did make it into the garage, but that was about the end of the line.

I stumbled inside the house, leaning against the wall to drag myself up the stairs. "I think," I mumbled, "I need a little help." Nick came over at that point. I reached the top of the stairs, and tried to step into the living room unassisted. I nearly fell over; my left side was just not cooperating. Nick got me to the couch.

My speech capabilities at this point were...impaired. I can't really remember what happened in the next twenty minutes, but eventually I fell asleep for a couple of hours.

Fast living. Crazy fun.