I stick by my previous statement. WORST. WEEK. EVER.
Electricityapos;s off...for the next three weeks.
Damon and I almost broke up (everythingapos;s better now, thank God).
And to top it off, I had by far the most traumatic experience Iapos;ve had with Jack yet.
I got up Friday morning to give Jack his medication, and he was asleep in my closet like heapos;s prone to do every now and then. I called him, and he didnapos;t come. Called him again. Nothing. I walked over to the closet and picked him up, and he had thrown up on himself. I gave him a bath, laid him down on the bed, and let him sleep. After taking a nap myself, I�pulled back the covers to check on him...and he had gone into convulsions.
Needless to say, I flipped my shit.
I picked him up to try and hold his head so he didnapos;t hurt himself while he was having the seizure, made a frantic call to Damon, then held Jack and cried until Damon got to the apartment. We rushed him to the vet, they gave him valium and put a catheter on, and he calmed down.�They did some blood work and said Jackapos;s blood glucose had hit rock bottom, which was what caused the seizures.� They hooked up to an IV and told me heapos;d have to stay overnight.
I picked him up the next morning, and he still wasnapos;t quite himself. I figured it was apos;cause he may still be a little doped up. His condition gradually worsened as the day went on, so I called the vet back to ask if I should be concerned. They told me to bring him back in, and apparently his glucose levels were still low. He had to stay the night AGAIN, but is doing wayyyy better now. Whew.
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