Last night I watched Minx go through a petit mal seizure. When she was out of it the seizure she was only slightly disoriented and prone to walking in large circles. Even on her leash, she was directionless in the yard. She wouldn't accept a teaspoon of whiskey, one vet's suggestion for a previous dog with epilepsy, but I did manage to get some Rescue Remedy into her, which did allow her to relax, finally lie down and sleep.
I stayed home from work today to keep close tabs on her. Minx was her normal self this morning, no signs whatsoever of the trauma of last night. She woke up, greeted me at the table, walked to the door in anticipation of her morning walk, drank a few sips of water then lay at my feet til i finished my cup of coffee. No wandering on her walk, straight to business. Once inside, she went straight for the steps as she does any other morning. She ate her two treats, then laid down in her normal spot on the sofa. Once I put a cd (Joe Nichols' REVELATION) into the player, she hopped down and got comfortable in front of the speakers. She contentedly slept through the dvd of COLD MOUNTAIN later this afternoon. She is pretty fine, right now, no sign of after-effects, she's been bouncy and energetic at her "usual" times; that old biological clock is running accurately.
So, tomorrow morning, Mom has her 13th surgery (may we asy "Lucky Number Thirteen?" This surgery, scheduled for 8:30am, will place a metal rod the whole way down her leg from the hip to the ankle. Her hospital stay shouldn't be much longer than a week.
I still love everything in 110 IN THE SHADE; I even got to see Emily Skinner as Lizzie when she was a student at Carnegie Mellon University.