Oh, Frank

I woke up one morning, feeling so sick I thought I was dead
I felt sick in my stomach and I felt sick in my head
So I rolled over on my pillow, and I threw up all over the bed

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Mercy dash to the vet this morning - Frank had a seizure. Far out! Then he threw up his own arsehole. Only just got home, wearing the wrong shoes, to a house full of spew.

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Bedclothes into wash, check. New supplies of Vomit Cleanup ordered, check. Replacement copy of Origin of Species purchased for library, check. Entire packet of chocolate wafer bikkies eaten, oops.

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Vet called. Frank's doing fine; no sign of further seizures, his bloods are fine, and an x-ray of his tummy looked OK. I'm gonna go get him so that I can keep an eye on him overnight - if he does have another seizure, we need to know about it. As hair-raising as it was, this morning's brief fit may have just been a one-off glitch. Fingers crossed.

Every minute of the drama was worth it.