KPassa
Member Since 2012
Previous Condo.
Because of his young age at diagnosis, the additional amount of research I've done does cause an extra layer of worry nailbite_smile that there might be something else going on in his system that's gone unnoticed, but I'm just thrilled that so far, he doesn't have any known complications or co-morbid issues (like most of the other life-long diabetics that were diagnosed as kittens).
I look at it as the most simplistic and natural fear in the world: fear of the unknown. Once you make it known, you realize how silly and overplayed your fears were and it's not as bad as you thought and might even be a good thing (as I discovered when I shot my first few low numbers). :lol: One of the reasons I'm so terrified of Mikey going into hypo is because he's never been through one and it's a huge unknown for me.
What's the one Marje has? We had reed fencing we had staple-gunned up on our old wooden fence that gave us an extra 4 feet of fencing (and privacy) and kept the neighborhood cats out and our (previous) pet rabbit safely in. The problem is, the landlords recently replaced our fencing with this absolutely god-awful, hideously ugly, and completely useless plastic vinyl shite that you can't get anything to stick to. We've been searching for the past year since they put it up to find anything that might work, but there's nothing! :YMSIGH: :evil:
Another reason I'm not too thrilled with this new Henry development is not for the faint of heart: he caught his first bird today. Didn't realize it till he came running in the house with it in his mouth and took it upstairs. I ran him down in my bathroom and the poor bird was still alive...tail-end in Henry's mouth. I pinned Henry by the scruff and tried to pry his jaw open by pressing against the corners of his mouth but he Would. Not. Release. It. I ended up carrying Henry (with bird still firmly in mouth) back downstairs and locking him in the backyard for a couple of hours (at least until he lost the bird in his mouth). When I let him back in, the only signs of the event were tons of under-feathers floating about and clinging to Henry's fur and the furious yelling of the bird's mate (they have a nest under the eaves of the house across from our backyard).
RubenTheCat said:
Because of his young age at diagnosis, the additional amount of research I've done does cause an extra layer of worry nailbite_smile that there might be something else going on in his system that's gone unnoticed, but I'm just thrilled that so far, he doesn't have any known complications or co-morbid issues (like most of the other life-long diabetics that were diagnosed as kittens).
RubenTheCat said:Read this before I tested (which is for me is still like having a mini panic attack every other day-Had to go to every other day cause couldn't handle itKPassa said:nailbite_smile :-| ) but sucked it up and did it,
I look at it as the most simplistic and natural fear in the world: fear of the unknown. Once you make it known, you realize how silly and overplayed your fears were and it's not as bad as you thought and might even be a good thing (as I discovered when I shot my first few low numbers). :lol: One of the reasons I'm so terrified of Mikey going into hypo is because he's never been through one and it's a huge unknown for me.
Dale 'n' Chip said:
What's the one Marje has? We had reed fencing we had staple-gunned up on our old wooden fence that gave us an extra 4 feet of fencing (and privacy) and kept the neighborhood cats out and our (previous) pet rabbit safely in. The problem is, the landlords recently replaced our fencing with this absolutely god-awful, hideously ugly, and completely useless plastic vinyl shite that you can't get anything to stick to. We've been searching for the past year since they put it up to find anything that might work, but there's nothing! :YMSIGH: :evil:
Another reason I'm not too thrilled with this new Henry development is not for the faint of heart: he caught his first bird today. Didn't realize it till he came running in the house with it in his mouth and took it upstairs. I ran him down in my bathroom and the poor bird was still alive...tail-end in Henry's mouth. I pinned Henry by the scruff and tried to pry his jaw open by pressing against the corners of his mouth but he Would. Not. Release. It. I ended up carrying Henry (with bird still firmly in mouth) back downstairs and locking him in the backyard for a couple of hours (at least until he lost the bird in his mouth). When I let him back in, the only signs of the event were tons of under-feathers floating about and clinging to Henry's fur and the furious yelling of the bird's mate (they have a nest under the eaves of the house across from our backyard).
