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We just spend a hellish couple of hours with the dogs huddled in my mother's room waiting to get into the bathroom because of tornado warnings all around. A funnel cloud was sighted a county over, but not here, thankfully. It skated past us. I hate that feeling of helplessness. On top of that, Neil had gone out with my brother, so Mom and I were alone, trying to figure out how we'd protect the dogs as well as ourselves, and wondering what they'd have to drive through to get back. It seems to have passed now, and Neil got home. I went out to watch the storm, slipped on the steps, and have a giant bruise on my ass cheek. The lightning was pretty, but it's pretty small consolation. Today without Spike was awful. But thunder used to scare him so badly, and he didn't have to sit through it. Feeling:  still scared
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Yesterday, Spike started acting strangely. He would walk in circles, and his eyes would move side-to-side rapidly. And he would fall. And he puked a couple of times. We thought he just had a spell, and it went away for the night, so we left in the morning to help out on the campaign. He had another spell this morning, but it went away again. Then it happened again about midday, so we left the campaign and took him for an emergency vet appointment. The possibilities stand thusly: tumor on the brain stem, stroke, severe inner ear infection, meningitis. None are necessarily a death sentence, but we're hoping for the ear infection as it's the least disastrous. I'm fucking terrified. We had to leave him at the vet's office overnight on an IV and steroids. My poor baby boy Feeling:  sick
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