Amy&TrixieCat
Member Since 2011
Yesterday
Last evening, we had a lovely PMBG of 108, since DH was able to give her a "+10" snicky-snacky. Yes, Tricia....yesterday was not an "extra-early workout morning", so her "+3" test was later/further away from her last bite of fuds, and it does help prove my theory that my recent schedule change has affected her readings.
This morning, though, her readings are affected by MamaBean being a pilling putz ohmygod_smile . We almost had one of THOSE pilling episodes...my first couple attempts were extra-poorly placed, so she had to juggle a bit before she could manage to spit it out. Needless to say, that got her upset. She was poised to bat my hand down and gave me a warning hiss. Uh oh. I decided to give it a go one more time with the now-collapsing gelcap, and if it didn't go, I would repack it and take a break for a few minutes. Just as I started the pilling motion, she started the funny cat fight noises she began making last weekend when she was so upset with my pilling technique. But, due to momentum, I couldn't stop...and the pill went down! Phew...or so I thought. We both went about business as usual as soon as the pill went down: she jumped off the bench and headed to the bathroom (her morning hang out). I went downstairs to piddle for a few minutes before offering her more fuds. No more than 10 minutes later, I went up to feed her....and she had barfed during those 10 minutes. UGH! She hardly ever barfs...the last time was when she had pancreatitis in April. Since she seems to be feeling and acting fine, and has a hearty appy (both before and after the barf), I know I must have gagged her with that d*** gelcap. Naturally, being a frikken' insane MamaBean, I dissected the barf (who doesn't want to dissect cat barf at 5:30am :roll: ???)...I could definitely see one piece of white pill in there, but I didn't see any bits of gelcap or other pills. I really hope they stayed put and didn't dissolve to the point where I couldn't see them. I couldn't repill because I didn't know what she got and what she didn't. This morning's batch was amlodipine, benazepril, pepcid, and cerenia. She's doing SO well....I hope this fiasco doesn't throw her off track.
So, after all that...I'm pretty sure that's why her "+3" isn't so hot today. I hope and assume. She's being so sweet and snuggly and lovey dovey. I wish I didn't have to do these stupid pills....fluids are no biggie, but the pills are a crap shoot.
More birthday dinner fiasco with my brother over my Dad's birthday dinner. My Dad wants to do an early dinner at 4:15 so the restaurant won't be crowded; my SIL was the manager of a high-end restaurant years ago and is therefore an expert :roll: ...and insists that going at off-peak hours results in bad service and bad food. Be that as it may, this is what my Dad wants, because he doesn't want a crowded restaurant. But my brother and his wife KNOW better :roll: :roll: :roll: , and keep harping on it. This is the same nonsense we went through last week that caused so much stress. I thought I had it straightened out and had them understanding what was important to my Dad, but apparently it didn't stick, since it was a complete rerun of the same thing this week. So I spent part of my day off yesterday in grocery stores (which I hate), and part of it playing arbitrator again. Argh. But, the good news is my Dad really didn't have a chemo crash, and now we know the crashes were primarily due to dairy, so it does look like we'll be able to have the party this week after all. He was pretty stressed last night, but I told him it WILL be fun, damn it!!
Time to get ready for work. Thinking of my wonderful, amazing, LL family....
Amy
Last evening, we had a lovely PMBG of 108, since DH was able to give her a "+10" snicky-snacky. Yes, Tricia....yesterday was not an "extra-early workout morning", so her "+3" test was later/further away from her last bite of fuds, and it does help prove my theory that my recent schedule change has affected her readings.
This morning, though, her readings are affected by MamaBean being a pilling putz ohmygod_smile . We almost had one of THOSE pilling episodes...my first couple attempts were extra-poorly placed, so she had to juggle a bit before she could manage to spit it out. Needless to say, that got her upset. She was poised to bat my hand down and gave me a warning hiss. Uh oh. I decided to give it a go one more time with the now-collapsing gelcap, and if it didn't go, I would repack it and take a break for a few minutes. Just as I started the pilling motion, she started the funny cat fight noises she began making last weekend when she was so upset with my pilling technique. But, due to momentum, I couldn't stop...and the pill went down! Phew...or so I thought. We both went about business as usual as soon as the pill went down: she jumped off the bench and headed to the bathroom (her morning hang out). I went downstairs to piddle for a few minutes before offering her more fuds. No more than 10 minutes later, I went up to feed her....and she had barfed during those 10 minutes. UGH! She hardly ever barfs...the last time was when she had pancreatitis in April. Since she seems to be feeling and acting fine, and has a hearty appy (both before and after the barf), I know I must have gagged her with that d*** gelcap. Naturally, being a frikken' insane MamaBean, I dissected the barf (who doesn't want to dissect cat barf at 5:30am :roll: ???)...I could definitely see one piece of white pill in there, but I didn't see any bits of gelcap or other pills. I really hope they stayed put and didn't dissolve to the point where I couldn't see them. I couldn't repill because I didn't know what she got and what she didn't. This morning's batch was amlodipine, benazepril, pepcid, and cerenia. She's doing SO well....I hope this fiasco doesn't throw her off track.
So, after all that...I'm pretty sure that's why her "+3" isn't so hot today. I hope and assume. She's being so sweet and snuggly and lovey dovey. I wish I didn't have to do these stupid pills....fluids are no biggie, but the pills are a crap shoot.
More birthday dinner fiasco with my brother over my Dad's birthday dinner. My Dad wants to do an early dinner at 4:15 so the restaurant won't be crowded; my SIL was the manager of a high-end restaurant years ago and is therefore an expert :roll: ...and insists that going at off-peak hours results in bad service and bad food. Be that as it may, this is what my Dad wants, because he doesn't want a crowded restaurant. But my brother and his wife KNOW better :roll: :roll: :roll: , and keep harping on it. This is the same nonsense we went through last week that caused so much stress. I thought I had it straightened out and had them understanding what was important to my Dad, but apparently it didn't stick, since it was a complete rerun of the same thing this week. So I spent part of my day off yesterday in grocery stores (which I hate), and part of it playing arbitrator again. Argh. But, the good news is my Dad really didn't have a chemo crash, and now we know the crashes were primarily due to dairy, so it does look like we'll be able to have the party this week after all. He was pretty stressed last night, but I told him it WILL be fun, damn it!!
Time to get ready for work. Thinking of my wonderful, amazing, LL family....
Amy
