Posted by on Jul 26, 2022 | 26 comments

…and let’s hope NOT for tribulations!

That’s papa up there getting me ready for the voyage to vet! Arggggh

Here’s the poop…er…story: Mama and papa took me to our vet last night to see why I was not eating property and why my Freestyle graphs for glucose were all over the map, up and down and sideways and so on, and a really nice vet who specializes in diabetic cats (!) was there because our other vet was not back in town from eating crab rolls on the Bretagne coast and the specialist lady said, I think we have to keep Loulou for a night or two (!) and do a glycemic curve with both insulins that you have used before and come up with the correct dose to achieve a nice smooth curve from the 100-300 range, and to make a very long sentence shorter, I am now at our Neovet, having tests but I DID eat last night because you have to before being jabbed but maybe the nice doc stirred up something really tasty and that’s why I ate and then she called this morning and said I had had a good night and that they were doing the curve all day today and would let mama and papa know at the end of the day just where we stood but of course I am lying down not standing at all except for…er…you know…and let’s hope they had a proper place for THAT, and that’s the end of my recent histoire.

Whew, I’ll bet you’re pouring a nice cold lemonade after this verbal ordeal! Maybe a little vodka stirred im…

Will report tomorrow on the ups and downs of things.

Thank’s for listening, haha.

I think they may be changing my brooch, too…it was kaput yesterday but worked pretty well for more than a week!