Well Midnight the Wonder Dog has returned home. We picked him up from the hospital around 3pm, and holy cripes was he ready to go home! He's now sporting a new t-shirt to cover his incision (although later he'll find out, just like every other man, that chicks dig scars). The emergency room nurse that helped us check him out told me that everything went very well during surgery, and that the incision might seem to be a bit larger than we expected but it was done with the intention of getting as much of the cancer as MIGHT be there---so I can totally understand that. So we bring him home, and I keep him in the bedroom with me for the remainder of the afternoon and into the evening until Kim got home...and he's just pretty much taking a snooze (sorta like me).
When Kim got home, he ate his dinner like he hadn't been fed in weeks (good sign) and then did a good job taking the medicine that the doctor had sent home with him (anti-biotic and something for pain--little doggie valium--HELLO!!). So after that I take him out in the backyard for a little early evening constitutional, and I'm getting ready to head to the computer to update everyone.....and he has a freakin seizure! I thought I was going to have heart failure. Its the first one he's had in like a year, but we were worried that maybe it was triggered by the medicine (doubt it though) and what concerned me at first was that when I looked at him his left forearm was twisted underneath him in a very weird angle--and the first thing I thought was that in the midst of his seizure that he could dislocate his forearm and not even realize it. Anyway, Kim called the hospital while I just held on to him, talking him through it (which is pretty much what I do when he has one). 5 minutes later he was fine....its just a scary couple of minutes when it happens.
So, he's going to take it easy for a week or two before his stiches come out, and for the next few days he'll be having those Pink Floyd dreams that doggie valium can give you.
I wonder if he'll dream he's part of that painting of dogs playing cards? Hmmm......
By the way, I just want to say how thankful that I am for the overwhelming show of concern and support during Midnight's medical situation--which of course isn't quite over yet. We will not get the pathologist's report for a week or so. Until then, continue to think a good thought for my boy. Thanks foreveryone who expressed concern or interest in how he was doing....and thanks to my sister for reminding me of who it was that was REALLY monitoring the entire situation during his surgery.
Later,
Jeff
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