Lauren & Eliot
Member Since 2016
There are a lot of new diagnosis help posts, but just in case you think you're going nuts, that everyone is succeeding at this and you are a giant failure, here's my story from tonight...
Today is my partner's 40th birthday! We had a whole night planned; visiting a comic book store, watching a baseball game at the bar, eating fried chicken and playing (table) shuffleboard, going to watch a band... it was going really well. We haven't really been out since Eliot was diagnosed, we've both been having a hard time, plus he's been getting a ton of overtime at work. We needed the break.
I booked a kitty sitter ages ago. She specializes in cats with medical issues and knew how to give insulin. She learned how to take glucose levels so she could take care of Eliot for me. Tonight was her first all alone kitty sitting night with no net. She did great! Eliot got his tests done, he ate, he took his insulin, everything was super!!
Except his glucose came back 10.1. The lowest he has ever been pre-feed for me is 14.2. I didn't even think warning of her of numbers should be an issue, as he's consistently tested in the twenties the last week!!
So when she told me this, I panicked. We're playing shuffleboard and I'm freaking out. (I still won btw. 21 to 2; my mutant power is really good shuffleboard when quietly freaking out.) We go to the band, I order us a round, and I burst into tears. I am convinced that Eliot is dying right now. Convinced! B - my partner - lovingly sends me home in a cab. The whole while I am crying in this back seat, mixed between "I am the worst partner in the world, it is HIS 40th BIRTHDAY!" and "MY CAT IS DYING" and nothing in between and the cabbie is getting increasingly worried.
We pull in, I throw money at him, I run into the house. Eliot greets me all chirps and purrs, rolls back and forth on the floor for love. I test him the fastest I have ever tested him in my life and he is now.
...27.2?
That's right. My cat was his lowest and his second highest in one night, while I panicked that he was going into hypo and crying in some man's car, as my partner listened to the band we loved, alone, on his 40th birthday.
I'm not saying pity me, or I have it the worst and you can't be upset right now. I'm just saying. It sucks for everyone, you don't figure it out magically all at once and have all the answers, and you're not alone.
YOU'RE NOT ALONE.
PS. He is now purring against my leg as loudly as possible while I eat milk and cookies.
Today is my partner's 40th birthday! We had a whole night planned; visiting a comic book store, watching a baseball game at the bar, eating fried chicken and playing (table) shuffleboard, going to watch a band... it was going really well. We haven't really been out since Eliot was diagnosed, we've both been having a hard time, plus he's been getting a ton of overtime at work. We needed the break.
I booked a kitty sitter ages ago. She specializes in cats with medical issues and knew how to give insulin. She learned how to take glucose levels so she could take care of Eliot for me. Tonight was her first all alone kitty sitting night with no net. She did great! Eliot got his tests done, he ate, he took his insulin, everything was super!!
Except his glucose came back 10.1. The lowest he has ever been pre-feed for me is 14.2. I didn't even think warning of her of numbers should be an issue, as he's consistently tested in the twenties the last week!!
So when she told me this, I panicked. We're playing shuffleboard and I'm freaking out. (I still won btw. 21 to 2; my mutant power is really good shuffleboard when quietly freaking out.) We go to the band, I order us a round, and I burst into tears. I am convinced that Eliot is dying right now. Convinced! B - my partner - lovingly sends me home in a cab. The whole while I am crying in this back seat, mixed between "I am the worst partner in the world, it is HIS 40th BIRTHDAY!" and "MY CAT IS DYING" and nothing in between and the cabbie is getting increasingly worried.
We pull in, I throw money at him, I run into the house. Eliot greets me all chirps and purrs, rolls back and forth on the floor for love. I test him the fastest I have ever tested him in my life and he is now.
...27.2?
That's right. My cat was his lowest and his second highest in one night, while I panicked that he was going into hypo and crying in some man's car, as my partner listened to the band we loved, alone, on his 40th birthday.
I'm not saying pity me, or I have it the worst and you can't be upset right now. I'm just saying. It sucks for everyone, you don't figure it out magically all at once and have all the answers, and you're not alone.

YOU'RE NOT ALONE.
PS. He is now purring against my leg as loudly as possible while I eat milk and cookies.
