Oh 'suela, I hope this all works out.
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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Me, too. I shall sit with my wine and read Harry Potter fic, I think. And maybe I'll make some pudding.
Oooh, I could start a reread of Transfigurations.
Jesus, Consuela.
Mister Kitty didn't get sprung tonight. Hopefully tomorrow. His numbers were looking good, then he had a 36 (preferred he stay over 100) that then jumped back to 105 in under an hour. So they want to do another run and see if that was anomalous or what. Possibly reduce his dose even more. I managed to miss their calling me by being in transit and so drove out there, but got to talk to the vets, which honestly does a lot for my peace of mind.
His numbers were looking good, then he had a 36 (preferred he stay over 100) that then jumped back to 105 in under an hour.
That does sound like they might need to tinker with his insulin. Poor guy. I hope tomorrow is steadier.
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Beautiful.
Suela, that is horrid, and I am so sorry.
Ugh.
Total @@ on the "not a lesbian if you've slept with guys." How...Wha...?
Conclusion to all of above: I don't understand people, and things will be much different when I am queen of the universe.
They did note that his behavior didn't change in the hour around the 36, which is what lead them to take multiple tests, figuring they'd accidentally screwed something up. Which makes me wonder what it was when I took him to the ER! (I can ask tomorrow, they faxed everything to my vet.) They're keeping him on a drip tonight just to be safe. Poor old man had just finally regrown all the shaved spots from the last time.
I know it's just a matter of time with him. But really? I don't want him to go out in a blood sugar crash disorientation state. It's really upsetting for me and him. He's so frantic. He tried going under a low table and got stuck and was all scrabbling and clearly alarmed. HATE THAT.
It's really upsetting for me and him. He's so frantic. He tried going under a low table and got stuck and was all scrabbling and clearly alarmed. HATE THAT.
The serious crashes are really, really awful. My worst was soon after I started the insulin was I pregnant with Sara, and I woke up at 4 a.m. shaking and sweating and confused. My sugar was like 43 or something. Scared the shit out of me and Stephen. I was chugging orange juice out of the carton.