Babeh Kitteh and I went to the vet on Friday, and it was relatively uneventful. The vet performed some basic tests, couldn't find anything particularly wrong with him, and recommended me to a veterinary neurologist across town. I have an appointment with said veterinary neurologist tomorrow afternoon. In the meantime, though, Babeh Kitteh had two more seizures yesterday (one around four in the morning, lasting about two minutes, and another at one in the afternoon, lasting three minutes). The fact that there were two seizures in less than twelve hours -- and the fact that they seem to be getting longer, although that could be a time-keeping error on my part -- is a little worrisome. I'm hoping the neurologist figures something out. Or at least that there's a medication of some sort we can try to help control the seizing.
Babeh Kitteh does not seem to give two craps about the seizures, mind you. He has them, he gets a little disoriented for a few minutes, and then he's either really needy or remarkably antisocial for a few hours. So I guess that's a good sign. Le vet seemed to think so.
Work is still kicking my ass.
My grandmother's surprise party went over well. Having most of the family -- including those members that we usually only see over Christmas -- there was really great, and we moved G-mom to tears. She did get tired after an hour and a half or so and went to her room to rest, but I think she really did enjoy it. And it was a good time, overall.
All right, I need to get back to work. If I don't, I may never finish this stuff and then all my books will fail to publish on time and I will find myself unemployed, and I certainly don't want that to happen. To work!
Babeh Kitteh does not seem to give two craps about the seizures, mind you. He has them, he gets a little disoriented for a few minutes, and then he's either really needy or remarkably antisocial for a few hours. So I guess that's a good sign. Le vet seemed to think so.
Work is still kicking my ass.
My grandmother's surprise party went over well. Having most of the family -- including those members that we usually only see over Christmas -- there was really great, and we moved G-mom to tears. She did get tired after an hour and a half or so and went to her room to rest, but I think she really did enjoy it. And it was a good time, overall.
All right, I need to get back to work. If I don't, I may never finish this stuff and then all my books will fail to publish on time and I will find myself unemployed, and I certainly don't want that to happen. To work!