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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.
One of my friends has Type I diabetes; she's on an insulin pump now, but until she was in her mid-30s she gave herself insulin shots. Her husband (they are now divorced) *never* really learned the really important stuff to learn about diabetes, and one night her blood sugar bottomed out horribly and he didn't know what to do. He *almost* gave her insulin because "Diabetics take insulin for their sugar."
By some utter miracle he called 911 instead. When he told the EMTs he thought she needed insulin, apparently one of the EMTs asked if he was trying to become a widower in his 20s.
Really? You marry someone with a chronic health condition and don't bother to learn about it? (And then the flip side is -- you marry someone who doesn't care enough to learn how to KEEP YOU ALIVE? Yeesh.)
'Suela, I am so sorry.
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.
Even when it's a matter of time, and really for anything alive it is a matter of time, you want the best life and end of life as possible. I really hope you have that for Mister Kitty. And that it's as far in the future as possible.
I know I feel that way with Kittenish too. I want her around as long as possible but with a good life. I don't want her in pain or freaked out.
He *almost* gave her insulin because "Diabetics take insulin for their sugar."
Oh my god. Dude.