Marilyn and Sheldon
Member Since 2014
Yesterday
Recap 12/14
373 AMPS
295 +4
207 +6
231 +8
260 PMPS
215 +3
176 +5
139 +9
2:30 a.m. A +9 test. I stumble from bed, grab the meter, test strip, and lancet device. Weave down the hall, through the living room (hi, Will; hi, Boomer) into the office where the diva sleeps in her window hammock.
Lights go on. Pokey. Strip to drop. 7,6,5,4,3,2,1...beep. "Lo"
Hey, that'll get an old lady's heart beating. In the 30 seconds it took to carry her to the bathroom for another test, I'd already plotted the honey to gums routine. She didn't seem to be particularly out of sorts, just tired. (Hey, it was 2:30 in the morning; I was tired too!) But, I mentally imaged what I'd need to do if she really was "Lo." I even rewinded my memory to make sure I had the e-vet number up in the easy-catch part of my brain.
Back up meter. New strip. 7,6,5,4,3,2,1...beep. "139"
Suspect the battery in the blue meter is fading; it gave a funky reading at +3 this morning, too. So, blue meter is now in the cupboard. Pink meter, at the ready. But geeeeeez!
Other than the OMG moment in the middle of the night, we're all having a super nice Sunday. Warm, windows open. Off and on napping. And I'm loving the little girl's numbers today. Right now, she's rolling on the love seat turning her head upside down, using her claws to pull herself back and forth on the cushions and being kitten-like. (That's a guess, I didn't know her as a kitten and she never really "played" much before.) I'm smiling. She just did a jump-up, zoomy. I think she's liking these numbers, too.
Sunday vines and wishes.
Marilyn and Polly
Marilyn
Recap 12/14
373 AMPS
295 +4
207 +6
231 +8
260 PMPS
215 +3
176 +5
139 +9
2:30 a.m. A +9 test. I stumble from bed, grab the meter, test strip, and lancet device. Weave down the hall, through the living room (hi, Will; hi, Boomer) into the office where the diva sleeps in her window hammock.
Lights go on. Pokey. Strip to drop. 7,6,5,4,3,2,1...beep. "Lo"
Hey, that'll get an old lady's heart beating. In the 30 seconds it took to carry her to the bathroom for another test, I'd already plotted the honey to gums routine. She didn't seem to be particularly out of sorts, just tired. (Hey, it was 2:30 in the morning; I was tired too!) But, I mentally imaged what I'd need to do if she really was "Lo." I even rewinded my memory to make sure I had the e-vet number up in the easy-catch part of my brain.
Back up meter. New strip. 7,6,5,4,3,2,1...beep. "139"
Suspect the battery in the blue meter is fading; it gave a funky reading at +3 this morning, too. So, blue meter is now in the cupboard. Pink meter, at the ready. But geeeeeez!
Other than the OMG moment in the middle of the night, we're all having a super nice Sunday. Warm, windows open. Off and on napping. And I'm loving the little girl's numbers today. Right now, she's rolling on the love seat turning her head upside down, using her claws to pull herself back and forth on the cushions and being kitten-like. (That's a guess, I didn't know her as a kitten and she never really "played" much before.) I'm smiling. She just did a jump-up, zoomy. I think she's liking these numbers, too.
Sunday vines and wishes.
Marilyn and Polly
Marilyn
