I Think I Need to Adjust My Insulin, by Guiness the Cat
Hello, it is me, Guiness the Cat. As many of you know, I have feline diabetes, and I take two shots of insulin a day. In case you haven't heard, I'm an exceptionally good shot taker. I come at shot time and purr through it and everything.
When I was first diagnosed, I took five units of insulin at a time. But once I had changed my diet and cut out … okay, okay, cut down on junk food, I started having too many incidences of hypoglycemia where my blood glucose would drop dangerously low. So we kept cutting my insulin down until I was at two units twice a day, which worked really, really well for quite a long time. When I last had blood work done, the vet said my glucose control was excellent .
I went for a very long time with everything being just hunky dory, but here recently I've been having more hypoglycemic episodes. Debbi doesn't know about it unless I tell her, so when I had one today about three o'clock, I meowed and meowed and meowed and made a really big pest of myself.
Anytime I do that about four or five hours after shot time, Debbi knows it's probably not good. So off I took her to the kitchen, where I started gobbling down the same boring, boring cat food I was snubbing earlier. It's not a good sign when I eat like a dog--no offense to dogs, of course. So Debbi cracks open the yummy kitty junk food--the dry stuff that has waaayyyy too much corn, and said, "Here, eat this."
Hypoglycemia may be a bummer, but it does have it's advantages. Junk food will shoot my sugar up pretty quick, and it tastes so much better than that icky, sticky corn syrup in the cabinet. That is just gross, not to mention messy when Debbi starts poking it in my mouth. Icky, sticky things and fuzzy black kitties mix well.
Debbi checked my sugar level by pricking my ear after I ate and it was pretty low. She had a ladies' Christmas party at church to go to at four, so she checked my sugar again when it was time to go, and it had actually gone down two more points. Debbi can be sweet when she wants to be, so she called a friend and told her she was going to be late because she didn't want to leave me until it started going up.
After another half an hour of sitting in her lap (even though I told her I was fine) and being hand fed junk food (really, I was fine, but since it made her feel better I went along with it), my sugar level started creeping up and she felt okay about leaving me for a little while since she didn't have to go far, and said she'd come home as soon as possible.
I was fine by myself, especially as she left her phone (which she never leaves home without) by me on the couch. Let's be generous and say she left it intentionally so that I could call her if I needed her, and not because she was scatterbrained. And let's don't mention those overseas calls I made while she was gone, okay?
Debbi brought me home a bite of chicken (mmm, Zaxby's … yum, yum) and I sat on her and had a nice long snooze, and I'm fine now, and so is she, so I thought I would come and write a post and tell you that I think we are going to cut my insulin dosage down again and see how things go, and that I like chicken--real chicken, not that stuff that comes in cat food cans--just in case you were wondering what to get me for Christmas.
Sincerely, Guiness the Cat who has been a very good little kitty and who likes chicken. And roast beef, too. Just in case anyone asks.
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Content (c) 2014 by Guiness the Cat. May not be used without permission. All rights reserved, and all that other stuff humans say. Photo is me sitting on Debbi. (Debbi isn't pink. That's just a throw on her lap.)
Image Credit » Photo (c) 2014 Debbi Craton. May not be used without permission. All rights reserved.