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The latest developments in Hoppsy's health are good and not so good.  The good is that she can now negotiate the back lanai stairs by herself to go potty.  She still slips easily on the hardwood and has trouble orienting the feet on her left side, but her mobility has improved.  The not so good is that Friday night she had a massive seizure.  Right.  Not so good at all.  She had two on Saturday night.  So a quick call to the vet on Sunday got us a prescription for Diazepam (aka Valium) which is used to both stop and prevent seizures.  You wouldn't believe the hoops you have to go through to pick up that prescription, it being a controlled substance and all.  Sign in blood, names of nearest kin, physical address... OK, I'm exaggerating a little.  But it's more than picking up a scrip for Advair, I can tell you that. Long term, there are probably better anti-seizure meds out there, but in a pinch, this works well. I'll just give it to her at night, since that's prime time for her seizures right now, and just for a few days until the vet has another solution.  Last night, she rested well and was seizure free.  She rested well, so I rested well. Poor baby.  We had seizure trouble with Crawford in her final months, so we're familiar and know what to do when it happens.  Still, it's no fun at all.

The rain has subsided (mostly) and been replaced by warm, sticky air, high cloud cover and occasional vog.  I took a cruise down to J. Hara store the other day and, as I was descending the hill, saw the road disappear into sulfur-dioxide obscurity before me, thick, brown-tinted fog the likes of which Steven King could have a field day.  I imagined some multi-tentacled creature lurking in there, ready to wrap it's sticky arm around my car and pull me into its lair. Crunch outside with a soft, meaty center (that would be me).  Yikes!  I turned around.  It occurred to me, after all, that I can get two large Coronas at Hirano Store, closer to home with no need to venture into the smokey unknown.   

Winnie (above) says, "Aaaaa hui hou!  Aaaaaaa-loha!
A hui hou.  Aloha!  


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