Janice & Johnny
Member Since 2010
We're back from our travels! Johnny was a great traveler (as usual), but it was a bit harder than I/we expected to adjust to a different time zone and work around the family's schedule to get spot checks. We were fine as far as keeping the shots on schedule and got a couple of spot checks in here and there.
This was the first time we've traveled pretty far with Johnny since his dx. It was a pretty frustrating experience and not because of Johnny! My in-laws let it be known upon arrival that Johnny would be sleeping in the (finished but not well-heated) basement with their cat. They enjoy the ritual of putting him to bed (open door, close door) and moving on with their night. Their cat seems to enjoy this ritual to an extent, but never before have our cats been expected to do the same. We haven't been there in 3 years or so. This is their vacation house, so "our" bedroom is a room where lots of friends stay throughout the year with them and they were talking about allergies, etc. It was clear I wasn't going to win the war, but would have to choose my battles. I am very respectful about their wishes most of the time, but I was FURIOUS to think that Johnny just drove 400 miles to sleep in a basement. He usually sleeps in his bed in our room. I commented (a little loudly and very unlike my typical self with them) that, if that was the arrangement they desired, Oscar (their OVERWEIGHT cat) wouldn't be able to have his food out at night. We both said that Johnny couldn't eat Oscar's food (science diet for urinary tract, hard food). They said it would be fine for Johnny to eat the food, it was only for a few days. I held myself back from going CRAZY, but stated that it wasn't going to happen. It would be like having a diabetic kid over and serving him a bowl of lollipops. I'm sure I could've made my point better, but I was *shaking* I was so upset and caught off guard. Brian was supportive of me/Johnny. They just didn't *get* it. They wanted to then have no food out, so Oscar didn't have to eat "our" food. We said Johnny needs to have food available at all times. It's how he is able to control his blood glucose. This all happened as we walked in the door from a long, rainy/sleety/dark car trip and 30 minutes before sitting down to Thanksgiving dinner. :roll: Long story short, we made Johnny a great chair fort (bed on a chair with a blanket drapped over) and he was fine. Soft food stayed out all night, but there were times they offered hard food to Oscar at times during the early morning (they get up at the crack of dawn), left it out, and Johnny was more than happy to eat some. Sigh. It must be wonderful to be ignorant about diabetes. My mother-in-law even suggested that we could let him eat treats/hard food and just give him more insulin. :shock: Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh. (that's the nicest thing I can say here). Anyways, we did our best to control them and his numbers...and now we are back at home and in control.
He did hit some nice greens while there! 50s/60s. Hard to dosecrease a drop.
Yippee for being home. 
This was the first time we've traveled pretty far with Johnny since his dx. It was a pretty frustrating experience and not because of Johnny! My in-laws let it be known upon arrival that Johnny would be sleeping in the (finished but not well-heated) basement with their cat. They enjoy the ritual of putting him to bed (open door, close door) and moving on with their night. Their cat seems to enjoy this ritual to an extent, but never before have our cats been expected to do the same. We haven't been there in 3 years or so. This is their vacation house, so "our" bedroom is a room where lots of friends stay throughout the year with them and they were talking about allergies, etc. It was clear I wasn't going to win the war, but would have to choose my battles. I am very respectful about their wishes most of the time, but I was FURIOUS to think that Johnny just drove 400 miles to sleep in a basement. He usually sleeps in his bed in our room. I commented (a little loudly and very unlike my typical self with them) that, if that was the arrangement they desired, Oscar (their OVERWEIGHT cat) wouldn't be able to have his food out at night. We both said that Johnny couldn't eat Oscar's food (science diet for urinary tract, hard food). They said it would be fine for Johnny to eat the food, it was only for a few days. I held myself back from going CRAZY, but stated that it wasn't going to happen. It would be like having a diabetic kid over and serving him a bowl of lollipops. I'm sure I could've made my point better, but I was *shaking* I was so upset and caught off guard. Brian was supportive of me/Johnny. They just didn't *get* it. They wanted to then have no food out, so Oscar didn't have to eat "our" food. We said Johnny needs to have food available at all times. It's how he is able to control his blood glucose. This all happened as we walked in the door from a long, rainy/sleety/dark car trip and 30 minutes before sitting down to Thanksgiving dinner. :roll: Long story short, we made Johnny a great chair fort (bed on a chair with a blanket drapped over) and he was fine. Soft food stayed out all night, but there were times they offered hard food to Oscar at times during the early morning (they get up at the crack of dawn), left it out, and Johnny was more than happy to eat some. Sigh. It must be wonderful to be ignorant about diabetes. My mother-in-law even suggested that we could let him eat treats/hard food and just give him more insulin. :shock: Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh. (that's the nicest thing I can say here). Anyways, we did our best to control them and his numbers...and now we are back at home and in control.
He did hit some nice greens while there! 50s/60s. Hard to dosecrease a drop.
Yippee for being home. 
