Tada, stories.

Babeh Kitteh had another seizure yesterday morning around five, but it's the first one he's had since we increased his medication back in late June, so that's something. Anyway, I called the vet (as I'm supposed to) to let them know, and then I went to work. When I got back, there was a message on my machine asking if I could bring Babeh Kitteh in to be weighed. A side-effect of phenobarbital is increased appetite, so they wanted to make sure he hadn't gained weight -- which could, logically, effect his medicine.

Long story short, Babeh Kitteh is the vet tech's golden boy, and he is better at maintaining his weight (10.4 lbs) than anyone else I know. And his meds are staying the same (for now).

I probably have more to say, but I can't think of anything. Honestly, I'm just exhausted. For no reason, really. I slept fine last night (and I even got back to sleep yesterday night, too, after Gus's seizure!) and I didn't stay up much later than usual, but I still had an incredibly difficult time dragging myself out of bed. I mean, difficult to the point where I considered calling in to work, which I never, ever do. My eyes actually ache from being open.

Maybe I'll duck out early today, go home, and take a nap. Y'know. Because there's nothing more important I could possibly be doing with my time. ;)