Poor, poor Scout.
I left work early today to take him to the vet. Because of the unreliability of Winnipeg Transit, I was late. No time to fight with getting him into his carrier. I grabbed a towel, wrapped him up and stuffed him inside my coat for the two block walk to the clinic.
He, the absolute darling that he is, was good as gold for the whole trip. If somewhat interested in his surroundings. There and back.
My little guy's blood sugar is raging out of control. It was 20 this afternoon, after giving him 1.5 units this morning and then no food for seven hours.
Good blood sugar for a cat is around 6. Needless to say, I am appalled. The vet wasn't impressed either, but was charmed by his personality and friendliness. Dr. Very Formal and Serious also very nearly laughed when I told him that I like Scout more than I like most people.
Effective immediately, he will be getting 3 units twice a day.
Honestly, I knew it was high, but not this bad. In the past month, he has gained weight, urinated less and is generally feeling better. I know my cat. He is far, far better off than he was a month ago. Makes me cringe to think about how bad it was before.
I gave him 3 units two hours ago. He's chasing Parker around right now. Usually Parker chases Scout.
I have a feeling I'm not going to sleep much tonight.