This is totally Ballonee. Has it ever gotten easier?
I'll try and keep this short but it won't be. Nigel and Noah were brothers, Nigel was our first diabetic cat. They ate the right food and neither one was obese. I had heard of diabetic cats but had no experience. It was just luck that our vet (her father was a vet) knew what to look for and how to treat it and it was also luck that in a home with nine cats and a dog not one of the cats were nervous/don't pick me up/don't ever touch me there. A tech showed me how to test, how to measure and inject, the warning signs of HYPO and where to find the info we needed (Binky's Page). For the first 10 days our vet was on the phone with us morning and night walking us through the whole procedure. We were encouraged to test at home and do our own curves. Vets like that become more than friends and the entire staff gets my baked goods. In fact when Nigel, my (GA), passed
they sent us flowers and a card signed by the entire staff!
What made it easy? Nigel liked riding in the car so that says a lot about him. He just somehow knew this was something that had to be done. I used to poke Nigel on the floor by the sliding glass door, lots of light, but one day I noticed a years worth of blood droplets on the door frame from him shaking his ears after I tested him. That's when I moved the whole procedure to the dining room table. The towel gave him traction, the overhead light meant I could see what I was doing and the increased height meant I was eye level with him so I had a good view of what I was doing.
Noah is a different story, now very nervous and showing some signs of dementia. He has his own particular basket which he often shares with his buddy Andy. Having Andy in there when I test Noah actually makes things easier. Noah can't squirm and because Noah is the senior cat the others know to stay away, far less distractions. Noah's timetable is way off because he's a solitary cat so I often have to find him first but then he always goes to his basket. Not only is he a high-dose bouncer but because of my sudden on-set medical condition he sometimes misses a PM shot entirely. I tell my wife he had a fur shot.
Now for some advice you can actually use.
I bring everything I need; paper towels, lancet, meter with a strip partially inserted (so the meter is not on, turns itself off after 20 seconds), extra strips and a pre-loaded syringe with slightly more than I know I'll need. This is because if I leave to fill the syringe he goes back to the basement. Now Noah knows what's coming and it's not a surprise. Only Noah's left ear will produce enough blood to test so he has to either lay down straight or lay on his left side. I approach from his right, hold a paper towel under his left ear and rub his jaw and head with my right hand. Then I push the strip into the meter, turning it on and I apologize to him before I poke his ear. While I read the meter I keep one hand on him rubbing his back just the way he likes it. He gets squirted in the flank, gets his tail pulled because he likes that and I tell him what a good boy he is. I also tell Andy the same.
The hardest part is tickling Noah's ear with his transdermal Buprenorphine (BUPE) and making sure Andy doesn't lick it off!
It is sheer stupid dumb luck that Noah has never approached HYPO and I stumbled across a vet who is an Angel. I can almost do this in the dark!
I use Monoject syringes with a 12.7mm needle and BD lancets pictured below. They're much easier to handle because they're fat like those over-sized ball point pens.