Today, I am suffering from the latter and not the former.
Friday, I got a call at work that Ana-Cherie had probably had a seizure because her left side was acting funny again. Have you ever seen a seizure? I had only seen a couple at this point, so it didn't surprise me that no one saw it happen.
Today is Monday. How can it only be Monday? I have lived and died a thousand times in the last 72 hours. Seventy-two hours ago I could say, with honesty, that I didn't know what a seizure looked like in Ana. As I write this, I understand that she was having seizures all the time. I just didn't know it.