now i know how my mother felt

When I was a kid (even older) I used to have these horrible panic attacks and I would also get horribly ill and it would always happen over night. It was the end of the world, I was sure I was dying. I'd curl up in a ball in the bathroom, I'd moan from my bed, all the while my mother was with me trying to make me more comfortable and convince me I'd live another day.If I managed to get even an hour or so of sleep in the early morning (6am?) I'd wake up the picture of perfect health. I'd be healthy and energetic and it was as though nothing had happened over night.My mother, who would have been awake all night? Not so much. She'd say "you were just on death's door a few hours ago, how can you be perfectly FINE now!?" Sorry, mom.My point? My dogs are both FINE this morning. All puppy kisses and waggle tails and PLAY TIME! I am off to the vet right after I post this.. I will feel like a moron. I will also feel like a poor moron as I am about to spend money I probably don't need to. *grumble* [I say this goodnaturedly as I do care about my dog's health!]I'll let you know what I find out when I get back. ;)