Yesterday I felt abnormally dizzy for the first time in a while. I blamed it on adjusting my sleep after my trip to Texas. I haven't been sleeping ideally the past few days.
As the Posse walked to the subway the dizziness started to really flare up. I felt like turning around and going home, but we had a few things to do that I really wanted to do! Instead of panicking, I said a prayer and then I quizzed Big Sis:
Me: "What happens if mommy falls down?"
Big Sis: "I put your purse under your head."
Me: "And then what?"
BS: "I find your phone and call 9-1-1."
Me: "That's right. The most important thing to do is protect mommy's head....so lay down underneath my head or sit indian-style (yes, I still haven't switched to criss-cross apple-sauce) and put my head in your lap. My head might hurt you, but you have to make sure it's not hitting against the sidewalk."
BS: "Or your head will crack."
Me: "That's right. And make sure that you yell HELP very loud so that someone helps me and helps you call 9-1-1."
She seemed completely ok with this. And she was so calm and educated about it, I actually felt relief, like I was in good 6-year-old hands. Meanwhile, Lil Sis chimes in: "You gonna fall down mommy?"
Me: "I hope not...but if I do, you gotta protect my head."
When we got on the train, I pulled the disability card for the first time. I asked a man to get up out of his chair because I have epilepsy and I was feeling dizzy. He gave me the seat, but the man next to him, who heard me (I presume) did not get up so that my children could sit down. Irkage.
I sat there and I took a few breaths and closed my eyes, and I felt much better and it passed. And I didn't fall down, and my daughter preserved a little bit more innocence for another day.
Unfortunately in the afternoon, as I was holding open a door for Lil Sis to pass through, I let it go a split second too soon and it rammed her in the head....darn perception. Poor lil sis.