So, yesterday was the first ever seizure my dog, Sidka, has ever had. The seizure itself lasted for a good few minutes, and when he came to, he was aggressive and disoriented.
Now, my eldest sister got bit during the ordeal and is terrified of him. The only reason she was called was her experience as a vet.
She expressed her want to have him put down. But, you wouldn’t do that to a human, and I don’t want to do that to my dog.
I now have to keep him away from my niece and nephew when they are around, and now my eldest sister who is off of work the next few days. I’m not sure what to do.
If there was someone we knew in the area that would take care of him and know what to do, it would be one thing. But right now, there isn’t and I’m not going to put my baby boy down just because he’s sick.
The vet says that most dogs often only have one seizure in a lifetime. Sidka is on seizure medicine because it lasted so long and was so strong for his first seizure.
If anyone has ever dealt with this and can give me some advice, that would be great. I live in a crowded, small 3 bedroom “house” and have no money to move thanks to a very high rent keeping me in place.
I live in the deep boonies. Where the people believe the only good animal is a dead one and the “Humane Society” here is the pound- where you’re lucky if they hold a dog for a week before they kill them.
I’ve finally started to calm down from the horrible events of today, and of course… My legs start to act up as I’m pumping gas into the family van. I managed to hold myself up long enough to force myself into the van, (thank god I was using a card!) and now I sit here waiting on my sisters as my legs turn cold.
I didn’t go in with them because I knew I’d fall. I’m sick of it all. I’m not sure what to do, my neurology appointment isn’t for another 2 weeks.
I’m not sure what happened. He was sleeping on the couch and then went into convulsions. My family managed to get him to come to and he was fine for a full minute.
That’s when all hell broke lose. He lunged at my mother and my sister had to grab him by the collar. He was biting and snapping and he got my sister on the arms. She got him locked up in a room by himself and we called the vet.
My father and second-eldest sister are taking care of it now. My niece and nephew are with their biological father because we wanted them safe. All of my other animals are locked in a separate room where they are safe.
I am currently sitting in an Emergency Room and my sister just got called back. I feel broken. I raised him from a puppy the day I rescued him out of freezing rain. He was my butterball.
I’m not sure what happened because nothing changed in the times before it happened. He’s an inside dog and came in no contact with anything that could have caused this. His food hasn’t changed, either.
I don’t know if I can handle this on top of everything else. My neurology appointment is in 2 weeks. I just healed up from surgery.
I am worried about everything now.
My sister got him outside. He’s calmer now. But I can’t take the chance. I don’t know what to do. I can’t bring him inside. I can’t handle this.
After many, many phone calls today, I actually managed to get an earlier appointment for my neurology appointment!!!
I’m pretty sure my primary’s receptionist was upset I did it my damn self. Her explanation for why I hadn’t been called in the last month was she “hadn’t checked it in a while.”
When I told her about my set appointment, there was pure silence on the other end for a good half a minute before she asked when my appointment was.
If you’re not going to do your job, I’ll do it myself!!! Obviously you don’t care enough about the patient to try!!!
Good news! Finally!!!
I don’t have to go back to the Breast Clinic unless something else happens, and I should be clear to go about my daily activities in a few days! Now, all I have to do is deal with my primary trying to get me a nuerologist!
Good luck to me!
So, according to my doctor, it sounds like my breast has gone and filled with fluid again. However, if it keeps doing it this quickly, I need to know why and what to do.
I can’t keep driving to a place that is over 3 hours away every week, let alone 2 and 3 times a week. It just can’t be done.
Thankfully, my boyfriend should be getting his car back from the body shop soon and he can just take me. My mother hates driving in big cities that don’t have back roads, and for some reason, all of the actually good hospitals and doctors seem to be in that area.
It escapes me why I’m surrounded by idiots that seem to have gotten their medical license from the bottom of a cereal box, but in the worst place possible, there are good doctor’s that know what they’re doing and are willing to help you.
I can’t keep doing this. As is, there is a lot of stress going on in my home life, and this doesn’t help in the slightest.