Why am I up? Because Ginsie had another seizure at around midnight. We were both asleep when I heard her start to have it. I think she knew this one was coming on because of how she acted before I went to bed. She kept crawling over me and then finally laid down right next to me and just wanted me to pet her. I did before getting a couple of minutes sleep.
The seizure lasted a good minute, or at least it seemed that long. I did NOT like this one at all because, as she was coming out of it, she started to cry. I think it was just because she really wanted to scratch her ear more than anything but nothing gets to me more than seeing her in pain and there in nothing I can do about it (unless she does something dumb and gets hit on the head for it. Then I admit, I giggle as long as it's not serious.)
I carried her downstairs the second it was over and let her outside. She did her normal wanting to sniff everything and make sure it's all real. (About the best way I can describe this is like Dorthy when she came back from Oz doing her "and you were there! and you were there! and you were there!". It's like she simply re-recognizes everything she's known forever...like my shoes, me, and her toys.) She recovered from this one very quickly (three minutes) which is far better than it was a year or so ago. I gave her a bit of food with some more meds and a lot more water. Ginsie is okay right now and just wants to go back up to bed (I asked. "Nigh-Night?" gets a lot of tail wagging and whining meaning that that's what she wants.)
So, I'm going to double check the house to make sure it's seizure proof when I leave her tomorrow and, hopefully, this was just one of the "a couple of times out of the year" seizures and nothing more serious than that. I really hate epilepsy...
The seizure lasted a good minute, or at least it seemed that long. I did NOT like this one at all because, as she was coming out of it, she started to cry. I think it was just because she really wanted to scratch her ear more than anything but nothing gets to me more than seeing her in pain and there in nothing I can do about it (unless she does something dumb and gets hit on the head for it. Then I admit, I giggle as long as it's not serious.)
I carried her downstairs the second it was over and let her outside. She did her normal wanting to sniff everything and make sure it's all real. (About the best way I can describe this is like Dorthy when she came back from Oz doing her "and you were there! and you were there! and you were there!". It's like she simply re-recognizes everything she's known forever...like my shoes, me, and her toys.) She recovered from this one very quickly (three minutes) which is far better than it was a year or so ago. I gave her a bit of food with some more meds and a lot more water. Ginsie is okay right now and just wants to go back up to bed (I asked. "Nigh-Night?" gets a lot of tail wagging and whining meaning that that's what she wants.)
So, I'm going to double check the house to make sure it's seizure proof when I leave her tomorrow and, hopefully, this was just one of the "a couple of times out of the year" seizures and nothing more serious than that. I really hate epilepsy...