When Your Partner Has a Seizure
Dave is fine now, but what a scary night it was.
“Well, I'm going to go finish that email,” Dave said, striding back to the door. “Oh, hey,” he called over his shoulder, pausing in the doorway to look back at me. “You want another cup of decaf?”
I considered. I always wanted coffee, but I was in the middle of a TMJ flare. That meant sticking to room-temperature water o…
