Diabetes

I now have to learn how to give insulin shots...to my cat Boris.  :(

Yes, I bit the bullet and took my poor lil kitty kat Boris to the vet.  It's normally a traumatic experience involving Valium (for me!)  The lil dude didn't put up much of a fight when I guided him in the pet carrier.  I believe he was thinking "oh thank gawd she is FINALLY taking me in!"

What was the deciding factor?  My Boris would sound like a heard of  thundering elephants as he raced down the hallway to get to his food dish...then sit and way non-too-patiently for me to arrive to fill his dish so he could eat with gusto.  Well, Monday he didn't race down the hall...he meandered...and when he arrived at his food dish, he turned and started drinking a half gallon of water.  Ut-oh!   NOT normal Boris-like behavior.

That and the fact that he was extremely sleepy - even for a cat.

Off we go to see the vet who had an answer for me within an hour.  "Your Boris has diabetes."  Wow.  I don't have children, but that was a "parent-like" emotion that went through me at the word "Diabetes."  My mother had diabetes...  hate that word!

So now, we start the process of giving insulin shots twice a day - preferably 12 hrs apart.  Now..most of you know my schedule. .... craziness at it's best.  This is going to be interesting.   Hubs and I are already doing the responsible parenting thing.  Our conversation this morning was..."Ok, I can give him the shot this morning, but I won't be home until after 7 tonight...so if you get home before me....he's do for his shot at 6:30pm."  

I know, I know...but it's my lil Boris....I'd do anything so he feels better and sounds like a herd of thundering elephants again!

Side note:  I flew solo on my first insulin shot  tonight.  I still have all the skin intact on my arms and no bite marks...so I must've done alright!  :)

Sherry