Strange shit I've done since my partner has had seizures.
-gotten up an extra hour earlier to double check his medications for the day are ready to go.
-added a list of all of our friend's/relative's allergies and medical conditions to a note in my phone in case of emergency
-Once, found him still in bed (he was taking a nap) and simply said, "Hey, are you dead?", to which his foot twitch was sufficient indication he was, in fact, alive. He later asked about that, thinking it was an odd dream.
- forced myself to get out of bed and create a space for myself downstairs to work on my crafts. I have to give myself space and freedom, as much as I need to trust he'll not have another seizure.
God, this is so hard to face. I'm definitely going through some kind of after shock. I've noticed that it happens about once a month, and it's consuming.
I'm so tired.