Mom's in the hospital today. Dad took her in last night because her belly hurt. Turns out she has pancreatitis which sounds really nasty and is something they worry about me having.

She has to stay in the hospital tonight and maybe tomorrow, so Dad's on his own for testing and stuff. Here's how we did today:

Morning reading: 219 @ 8am
Evening reading: 201 @5pm

Dad thought he might have gotten a fur shot in the morning since he was pretty tired and hadn't done this on his own in a long time. It showed, too, cuz he had to poke my ear quite a few times before he got enough blood for a test.

Anyway, no fur shot, and not the worst numbers I've posted.

Tomorrow, more of the same, but we'll try to get me closer to being back on my normal 6:30 schedule. We got thrown off by Dad getting home late from the hospital after Mom was admitted.

Despite the best efforts of my former vet, I'm alive and feeling great one year after being diagnosed with diabetes. That's all thanks to my mom's quick thinking and tenacity and the fine folks at the Feline Diabetes Message Board.

A quick recap... My ex-vet did some dental work on me without insisting on making sure my blood test results were OK. When I wasn't recovering from that procedure very well, my beans took me back to the ex-vet who found that I had diabetes.

Then he gave me an overdose of insulin and damn near killed me.

Fortunately, Mom found the message board and they steered her to the right place where people actually knew what they were doing. She rescued me from the ex-vet and rushed me to the emergency vets, talking to me the whole way, telling me it wasn't my time yet.

The folks at the emergency vet hospital saved my life after declaring me "essentially a dead kitty."

How dead? How's a temp below 90 and a blood sugar level of 17 grab ya?

Anyway, I'm still here, I get my daily tests and injections of Lantus, a new vet, and a clueless ex-vet who has no idea what rebound is or how to treat feline diabetes properly. He honestly thinks he didn't do anything wrong with me.

To him I paraphrase from one of Dad's favorite films: "From hell's heart, I claw at thee. For hate's sake, I hiss my last breath at thee."

Though that whole "last breath" thing is going to have to wait for a while.

My buddy, Sassy, had to go to the vet today. She's been losing a little weight and her teeth were looking pretty bad.

And her breath. Oh, her breath.

Anyway, they had to take out 4 teeth, clean up the ones that were left, and now she has stitches in her mouth and has to take some medicine for a few days.

Fortunately, the vet made sure they tested Sassy before putting her through all this and found out she'd be OK with the anesthesia and all the other stuff, unlike a certain ex-vet of mine (who shall remain forever on my list of people to piddle on should I ever see him again) did with me.


She'll be OK, but right now she probably doesn't feel so great. Mom and dad have her in isolation in their bedroom so she can get that "fresh from the vet smell" off herself.

I love messin' with Mom and Dad.

My blood glucose numbers really don't make sense most of the time, and this weekend was no exception. I went from a low in the 40s to a high in the 300s for no apparent reason.

Not apparent to the humans, anyway. That's what they get for poking me in the ears!

Well, here I am and here you are with my first ever blog entry!

Exciting, isn't it?

Mom and Dad will be posting my numbers and other pertinent health information here along with stuff that goes on day-to-day so you can keep track of what I'm up to.

Kinda creepy now that I see that in print, but I can understand you wanting to know all about me. I mean, who wouldn't?

So, welcome to my world! I hope you like it here.