It’s a Terrible Disease with No Known Cure

I despise clothes shopping. It’s weird, because I have really strong memories of loving clothes shopping when I was a preteen and I also really remember my mom hating clothes shopping back then. I wonder if her hatred of shopping and my hatred of shopping are linked by the coincidental introduction of a twelve-year-old into the mix.

ME (stupid, stupid me): What about this shirt?

12YROLD: I can’t even say what’s wrong with that one.

ME (angry stupid me): Well, I can say what’s wrong with the one you’re wearing…it’s about to be on fire.

12YROLD: Ugh! Whatever.

ME (switching gears): How about these jeans?

12YROLD: They look stupid.

ME (at least I’m not the only stupid one around here, I’ve now been joined by the pants): What’s wrong with them?

12YROLD: They’re too long. I won’t be able to wear them.

ME (stupid sigh): You haven’t even tried them on, how do you know they’re too long?

12YROLD: Everything’s always too long. You know, because of my condition.

ME (back to stupid): What condition?

12YROLD: Mo-o-o-om, my condition, you know. (looks around and whispers) I have elfilepsy.

ME (nope, still stupid): What the hell are you talking about?

12YROLD: I have elfilepsy! I’ve always had it! I have to take medication and everything, and so nothing fits right.

ME (stupid laughing): oh my god did you just call it elfilepsy??? Bwahahahahaha!

12YROLD: MOM! Stop laughing! It’s very serious and I can’t believe you’re laughing at me!

ME (stupid snorting): I can’t help it! Wait, now I can’t breathe! Really, I can’t breathe! Okay, no wait, come back, I’m not laughing anymore.

12YROLD: I always knew you were mean but I can’t believe you would laugh at me for this.

ME (this will never stop being funny): I’m not laughing at you for having elfilepsy, I’m laughing at you for pronouncing it elfilepsy! And for thinking it’s a disease that makes you short!

12YROLD: What are you talking about???

ME (trying to sound not stupid while dispensing medical advice): It’s pronounced epilepsy, and it doesn’t make you short. It makes you kind of shake uncontrollably and wet your pants.

12YROLD: Oh. So how long have you had it?

ME (she’s so stupid): Watch it, missy! Anyway, really, it doesn’t make you short. And wait just a second…we’re the same height! Why would you think you have elfilepsy if you’re as tall as I am?

12YROLD: Like I said…how long have you had it?

NOTE: It’s amazing how much you can learn to love shopping after that conversation takes place. Sadly, I did actually shake uncontrollably and pee a little bit every time I remembered her telling me she had elfilepsy.

ANOTHER NOTE: Also sadly, she does actually have elfilepsy. I mean, epilepsy. I’m also really kind of embarrassed that she didn’t know what it was. We should probably eat dinner at the dining room table as a family a lot more.

EXTRA ANOTHER NOTE: Don’t bother leaving ugly comments about what a bad mom I am, because I’ll just delete them. In all seriousness, she has the really mild kind of elfilepsy that is completely controlled by her medication, so it’s really not that bad that I never told her about it and that I kept shoving pills in her all these years and she never bothered to ask why I was drugging her. I just thought we were good. It’s a short people thing.

18 thoughts on “It’s a Terrible Disease with No Known Cure

  1. Lorca, you and your daughter are amazing people! Not because she has elfilepsy, and you deal with it; but because she has elfilepsy and you can have a perfectly well adjusted mother/daughter ‘god, I can’t believe how stupid you are’ moment like every other parent/spawn on the planet. You (and your kid) rock, lady! ;)

    • Thanks so much! I do laugh with my daughter a lot, because we have another daughter who is profoundly autistic. We have to have humor in every situation, just to get by. So from time to time I look at the older (elfileptic) child and say, “And you’re the normal one?”

  2. OMG I have ELFILEPSY! For years I have had to call my DH or children to get things out of my cabinet for me. My lifelong dream is to buy pants or a skirt that I don’t have to take home and hem. What is that medication that will make me taller?

    • Trust me, I was very aware at that time how serious it is. There’s no one on the planet like a 12-year-old to make you try to take something seriously! Everything is life or death with them!

  3. You are a wicked, wicked Mom, but because I laughed (and almost choked on my fruit salad) you are forgiven on both counts LoL xxx

    As an asideIshbel has developed a mild form of efilepsy too, largely controlled by her pills but occasionally, last night for example, we were sitting ( at the kitchen table) having dinner when she had an attack where she stares into space and her hand, always left one, clenches into a fist and then is scrabbling about in her food when she comes out of it, she has no idea what has just happened, gives me a fright every time.

    • Awww, poor thing. But sadly, not where I thought you were going with her staring off into space and reaching with her hand. I often do the same thing, but I’m reaching for a knife. The attacks only happen when my husband mentions his mom.

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