Bubba The Dog had seizures last night, and I threw up. →[More:]He's fine, mind you. His mom is fine, too. I, on the other hand, am a wreck. Last night was much worse, but I'm still randomly choking up.

When it happened, my first reaction was "OK, let's get him to the ER." I found an emergency vet, called and got directions, and held Bubba while his mom got her stuff together. Carried him out to the car, still seizing. Followed the housemate to the vet's office. By the time we got there, Bubba was fine--his old perky self.

The worst part for me was my physiological response. The entire time I was shaking uncontrollably, to the point where I could barely hold a pen. Then there was the cold sweat, the release via tears, and the vomiting. I didn't calm down fully for about two hours. I suspect that my extreme reaction may have been in part because I have epilepsy but had never seen a seizure before. Scary, scary stuff.

It may be a good thing I don't have kids--I don't know if I could handle the emergencies. My stomach is still not entirely settled.