It was a year ago Thanksgiving that it happened for the first time...an "Episode"...and no I am not talking about being bored beyond belief by Star Wars. Something happened to me during dinner with my husband's family that I will never forget, half of my body went numb, I couldn't speak, and while I could hear what was going on I couldn't move to let anyone know anything was wrong. The whole thing lasted about 2 minutes.

Being prone all of my life to migraines, we chalked it up to that, and my mother in law took my Toddler and distributed cleaning duties among the rest of the family and sent me to bed. We really though that would be the end of it. Of course it wasn't the same thing happened 3 days later when everyone left and I was home alone with Toddler.

I was rushed to the ER and they performed test after test to see what was wrong. One doctor was certain that it was MS - it wasn't - and referred me to a neurologist who I was to see the next morning.

The next few weeks (of course leading up to Christmas) were crammed with MRI'S, CT scans, blood work, sample medications and more. Never have I been more poked and prodded more in my LIFE to have them find absolutely nothing wrong with me.

Of course with all of the drama and the medications some things got a little forgotten. (Some bills got paid late, and a couple other of my Obsessive Compulsive Early tasks were forgotten.) It only happened a couple of times before my medications were regulated and I was on a normal schedule.

And until last night I hadn't thought much about it. That is until Hubby burst through the door with a credit card bill and screaming that it was past due and what just was I doing!!! Wait a minute here I am not an imbicile, all the bills are paid, on time so calm down. Second of all I HATE that he treats me like a little kid now. Like I can't make a descision on my own, or take care of things the way I used to. I think it is more infuriating than not knowing when the next "Episode" is going to attack.

Getting past it means keeping my mouth shut, and nodding sweetly. Then blogging about what a pain in the rear he can be. But maybe I need the reminders now. Lord knows that I can't recall things as easily as I did before (although they have assured me that there is NO DAMAGE to my brain) and trying to complete tasks is more difficult than it once was. And the Headaches still aren't gone....So who knows....maybe that kick in the butt is what I need. No matter how rude and annoying he is about it!!