Maureen & Sammy
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http://www.felinediabetes.com/FDMB/viewtopic.php?f=9&t=12635
To Repeat: AMPS=238 +4~215 +6~245 +9~266
We went to the vet and Sammy was, in a word, full of it.
After a lot of talk about possible avenues, I told them to X-ray him. Apparently he was being quite feisty back there and they said they might have to sedate him. But that didn't happen. Instead, they scared HIM to death and while they were handling him for the X-ray he let loose a mighty one. (She called it, "a log" and attributed it to fear or, ahem, words to that effect.) OK, back out to me. "We don't know if he's clear." Back for a second X-ray. Second mighty one. X-ray now confirms his tract is clear.
They give me a bottle of Lactulose. Tell me it's a stool softener, and tell me 12 times not to use it until I speak to the internist tomorrow because of the diabetes. Of course that's after I chant diabetes, diabetes, diabetes 12 times - I believe that's what they call garbage in, garbage out in computer circles. (I have mental reservation: "Yeah, honey, not until I speak to the board.") Instructions to provide lots of water. (Maybe I should get one of those water aerators or whatever they are.) Although it could be lots of horrible things, they put it down to stress at least for the moment.
Interestingly, Sammy was practically mum the whole trip to the vet's. None of the usual, distinct "you don't want to do this" distress yowling. Instead it was like having a conversation, with him replying in all the right places. I personally think he knew where we going and why we were going. On the drive back, he tried to pick the lock on the carrier.
Anyway, I couldn't get a true +6 but I took everything with me and got a +6.5 before we left. So as it is now Sammy was PMPS=306 +3~288 +6.5~340 and just now +9~382. We will discuss the rising cost of fertilizer some other time.
To Repeat: AMPS=238 +4~215 +6~245 +9~266
We went to the vet and Sammy was, in a word, full of it.
After a lot of talk about possible avenues, I told them to X-ray him. Apparently he was being quite feisty back there and they said they might have to sedate him. But that didn't happen. Instead, they scared HIM to death and while they were handling him for the X-ray he let loose a mighty one. (She called it, "a log" and attributed it to fear or, ahem, words to that effect.) OK, back out to me. "We don't know if he's clear." Back for a second X-ray. Second mighty one. X-ray now confirms his tract is clear.
They give me a bottle of Lactulose. Tell me it's a stool softener, and tell me 12 times not to use it until I speak to the internist tomorrow because of the diabetes. Of course that's after I chant diabetes, diabetes, diabetes 12 times - I believe that's what they call garbage in, garbage out in computer circles. (I have mental reservation: "Yeah, honey, not until I speak to the board.") Instructions to provide lots of water. (Maybe I should get one of those water aerators or whatever they are.) Although it could be lots of horrible things, they put it down to stress at least for the moment.
Interestingly, Sammy was practically mum the whole trip to the vet's. None of the usual, distinct "you don't want to do this" distress yowling. Instead it was like having a conversation, with him replying in all the right places. I personally think he knew where we going and why we were going. On the drive back, he tried to pick the lock on the carrier.
Anyway, I couldn't get a true +6 but I took everything with me and got a +6.5 before we left. So as it is now Sammy was PMPS=306 +3~288 +6.5~340 and just now +9~382. We will discuss the rising cost of fertilizer some other time.
