Mike had another episode yesterday, but it wasn't like the one on Sunday. Twice, he sat and just starred at me as he quivered... a scared look on his face. It didn't last long either time, but I was waiting for a bomb to drop. Thank God it didn't.

Today, he had another seizure (I'm sure this is what they are now) about an hour ago. He was fine all morning. About an hour ago, I let him out to potty, and he seemed fine. When he turned to come in the house, he leg was just hanging again, and he had a hard time walking. He got as far as the laundry room but couldn't go any further. I picked him up and carried him into the living room. Surprisingly enough, he didn't mind being held at all this time... probably because he knew something was wrong. We sat on the floor for a little while, and then I saw his eyes start to glaze over again. Before I knew it, he had laid on his side like he did on Sunday, and I watched his eyes move slowly back and forth. I couldn't even see the color of them with the glaze over them. It lasted less than two minutes before he was sitting up again. Within five minutes, he had complete use of his leg again and barked at a dog outside.

I talked to Dr. Blaha again yesterday (she's gonna think I'm a real pain and fire me if I'm not careful). She told me to log everything that happens. If it keeps up, he may have to go back on a low dose of phenobarbital again. We'll talk about it on Friday when I go to work. Until then, he's getting Rimydal (1/2 in the morning and 1//2 at night) and hopefully it will help any pain he has without the side effects of the Tramadol. She said she may put him on a different pain med... but again, we'll talk about it on Friday after we see how the Rimydal works.

Gidget has become really protective of Mike. I never realized how protective until I picked him up in the laundry room to carry him in here. She went crazy, and I actually thought she was going to try to bite me. She wanted him on the ground with her... and when I did put him down, she was all over him with whisker kisses. I'm glad she loves him so much, but she almost tripped me twice when I was carrying him.

I'm a bit on the depressed side today. I don't know what's wrong with me... actually, except for Mike having problems, everything is going well for me, so I shouldn't be so down... and... Mike is being taken care of, so I don't "think" that's the entire problem (of course I'm sure it's some of the problem). I can't seem to force myself to do anything... which is one of the reasons this blog entry is so late in being posted. I'm sure I'll shake it off, so for now I'm just going to ride it out (it's worse if you fight it).

I hope everyone is having a great day.

Love & Blessings