So I'm sitting at the table, mindlessly reading blogs, doing my best to avoid all stress and sudden jolts in blood pressure, when I happen to glance over my left shoulder. Boy Terror was standing there completely silent, staring at me. "ALGHHH! How long have you been standing there?" "A while." "Why are you out of bed?" He thought for a minute. "I just am."
I didnt' hear a thing. From 10 feet away, I totally missed him opening his door, and creeping (rather silently) down the hall to stare at me. Either the strokes made me deaf, or you guys are really, really fascinating writers.
Update: Seriously, I'm not deaf. Or dead. I had another TIA on Thursday, but my CT scan came back perfectly normal. So no bleeding brain or tumors. I'm on blood thinners, and I'm doing my best to avoid all stress, and to stay away from creepy children who sneak up on me in the quiet house.