So this morning I woke up to find that my bed had been moved to the living room next to the couch upon which momma was resting right next to me. Not an entirely unusual occurrence as the DOH sometimes has the sleepy problems and she says that listening to me breath helps her relax and get her rest.
But this time she was all worried and she told me that the seizure monster had come to visit during the night. Huh? How could I have missed that. I was sure she was making it up.
Then she made me watch a movie and sure enough, there I was plain as day and first I was all stiff as a board except for my chompers which were clanking together with a most disturbing sound and then all of a sudden it looked like I was going totally mental fits. I kid you not. Like total spaz time all legs akimbo and foaming at the mouth and, hang on, peeing?
Finally I was shown walking around with a stupid look on my face like my brains weren't in there anymore (OK, I'm going to concede that one because I am big enough to admit that I do often wear that, ahem, vacant expression). But I certainly DO NOT bump into things and get stuck in corners.
NO WAY! I know how clever momma is and that movie was a total fake. I told her, "go ahead and post it on the internets and we'll see what's what." But she said, "Oh no Mango, that is just too disturbing for your pals to see." Yuh, like seeing my head pasted onto Mollie Jo's wee little body or flames shooting out my butt isn't disturbing? As if!
Now I do recall having a dream about eating ice cream and the Pea growling at me. But we all know that was nothing but the night visions because I never ever get ice cream and the Pea would not dare growl at me.
Momma claims I also drank about a gallon of water and to be honest I was feeling a bit, er, full.
But seizure monster? Nope. Because I was feeling right as rain. Just to demonstrate my robustness, I proceeded to give the Pea a good round of bitey face.
Oops, where did the little dude get to now?
I am unclear how she made the alleged seizure movie, but if being convinced that the seizure monster is lurking means she is going to sleep out on the couch with me again, then I'll go along with it.
Mango Man! Oh yeah!
P.S. From Momma.
Mango had another seizure Thursday night. His first since January 7th. And yes, I do have a movie of one of his seizures which I made to show to my vet but it is not how I want Mango's pals to see him so I am not posting it. If you want to know what a mastiff seizure is like, you can watch a movie by clicking here. WARNING, it might upset you a bit (but I am grateful to the owners who had the courage to post it so that others can see).
The only common thread to his seizures so far is they always happen at night and they always come within an hour of him going to sleep. Other than that, I cannot point to any stress, food, day, time of day, anything that links them together. This one lasted about two minutes. He was pacing and disoriented for an hour afterwards.
A difference this time was that when he did finally lay down, his breathing was labored and he was moaning, but I stroked him and calmed my breathing and eventually we both fell asleep.
Oh to be a dog because Mango has no idea that he has seizures. He woke up happy as could be and Dexter was glad to see him and no longer afraid and growling. All fingers and paws crossed that the monster is gone for a while.