I'll get a test now.
I'd recommend making a brief note of actual brands and varieties fed in the spreadsheet remarks (e.g. "Breakfast: Blah Blah Brand, Turkey Variety 4%"), reason being that sometimes it can happen that certain foods particularly agree/disagree with a specific kitty. It might be a particular carb level or particular ingredients that make a difference. Should there be any variations in Blue's response to different foods, having a record of what has been fed might give greater context to the BG readings and, if any pattern is recognised, might help you streamline his food choices to optimise glycaemic control.
At its lowest last night it was 116 systolic (lower bound of reference range is 110). At 10am today it was up to 130 systolic (where a non-hypertensive cat should be). Six hours later it was still at 130 so she's not getting any amlodipine today. Again, I thank the kitty gods for the meter. (((Noodle)))
Alas, no. She's less lethargic and appetite is a bit better but she won't eat anything for me.
That she's out of immediate danger from her BP dropping too low and her going into shock, yes. Other problem areas, not so much.
That he feels good is what really matters, Patty.
I'm beyond glad Blue's feeling well and happy in himself. ((((Blue))))That makes Biue a big softie. My kinda cat!
Amadán, Saoirse's brother, was the biggest of all my cats but he was an absolute pushover. I loved him very dearly for it (and for many other things)! (((Amadán)))Nice to see him channelling his inner Saoirse.
My Bonnie Munchkin loved, loved, loved boxes. (((Saoirse)))Nice to see you channelling your inner Moglet. I've done the very same.Of course, I've left [the box] in the middle of the room.
Oh, bless!The high carb food came in today.
The down days are really hard.
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I reckon that when they were sequencing my DNA, the gods saw fit not to include the 'relax' gene. Never been good at it (unless it involved full throttle passion, rowdy music and driving as fast as conditions would safely allow), even before the PTSD.
I was the sort of Londoner that thought most other Londoners were dawdlers - taking too much time going up escalators or cluttering up the way in Oxford Street. Patrick's Street in Cork was torture! One could be forgiven for thinking that the majority of pedestrians there considered jaywalking to be the work of God. 
When I first moved to Ireland it was such a shock to the system that it took me a couple of years to come in to land. 
I reckon that when they were sequencing my DNA, the gods saw fit not to include the 'relax' gene. Never been good at it (unless it involved full throttle passion, rowdy music and driving as fast as conditions would safely allow), even before the PTSD.
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More haphazard than interesting, Patty. Trust me on this: I was there at the time.
More haphazard than interesting, Patty. Trust me on this: I was there at the time.
Maybe I'll drop you some edited highlights via PM - guaranteed to cure 99% of all known cases of insomnia.
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