Geoff Girardin

October 18, 2009 was bananas.

Heck yeah I just referenced Gwen Stefani. I’ll probably regret that at some point. But I don’t really care right now. Let’s move on.

It started like a normal Sunday. Everyone’s getting ready for church (I was actually watching RENT videos on Youtube) when I hear a yelp of pain. It was my dog, having a seizure. No big deal right? Dogs have seizures all the time, and she’s been having one about every month or so. I could hear my dad trying to help her out, so I didn’t worry about it.

But then I didn’t hear it stop. And I heard it get progressively worse. It was a massive one. She’s only 3 years old. That is weird.

I’m still not too worried, since there’s nothing that I could do about it or anything, so I just finished up getting ready for church/singing along with Broadway and went on my way.

Church was good. I got a good response from my ‘Because I’m Geoff Girardin And I Can Do That’ shirt (which you can see to the left, or a larger size version over on my DailyBooth account), worship went pretty well, etc. I had a good afternoon full of Starbucks and Sbarro, which were both delicious.

Then at about 7PM, less than 12 hours after seizure number 1, seizure number 2 comes out of nowhere and the dog has issues again. It was another massive one, and I hadn’t seen anything like it before.

For one thing, she looked like Stevie Wonder. That’s a weird comparison to make, I know, but she was swaying around in the exact same way that he plays the piano.

I went to bed at 8PM. I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep forever. Okay I know that sounds bad but I don’t mean dying or anything. It’s an expression.

I slept for three hours. Now my body has decided that I’m not allowed to sleep anymore.

This is ridiculous.