Mum and dad woke up to a puddle of pee and slobber on Saturday morning and were puzzled as neither had heard me go off into a seizure. I've been long overdue though so it wouldn't be a surprise, but the strange thing is they didn't see any of my usual after affects of being a bit timid or slow. All looked normal.
That was until Sunday after I'd had my nice Sunday lunch and Grandma and David were about to come around. Off I went into a big slobbery seizure.
Since then I've managed quite a few more, all the typical seizure symptoms, thrashing and chomping, but afterwards I've been happy enough to just relax and go to sleep. I woke dad every couple of hours last night and at least afterwards I'd go back off to sleep.
I notice we didn't document the last round of seizures from around February. Those were hard work. After the thrashing and chomping I just wanted up and off. Trying to get up and run full speed anywhere. Took mum and dad all their efforts to pin me down to stop me hurting myself. This time at least that part was gone.
During the last round that went on for almost a week, although not as frequent, I'd also gone back to being scared of the stairs. It took a good week or so before I was brave enough to go up them again. That's usually a very good sign, it means I'm getting back to myself. After the seizures I'm pretty drained and want to mope around for a bit. Going upstairs usually means I'm over it. The strange thing about that is during this round of seizures going up and down stairs isn't a problem. A bit of a sleep and I'm ready for the stairs and back to myself. You just never can tell what the seizures are going to be like.
Also relegated to the past is the "Tabasco moment". We used to be able to tell when the seizures were coming as I'd do a few tongue smacks and chompies as if I'd got something hot on my tongue. We haven't seen one of those for a long time.
