PMPS = 546
AM + 6 = 457
PMPS = 546
Spreadsheet updated.
Duke is active, talking and ate well enough on his own before his shot that I did not syringe feed.
AM + 7 he expressed interest in food (asked to be fed) when we walked in the kitchen. He didn't take cooked turkey or wet, but he did eat some of the Wellness Core grain free/low carb dry.
PM after BG I was ready to syringe feed. First offered some turkey which he ate a few pieces. Offered some Core which he also ate. Then he ate about 1.5 oz wet w/water. No need to syringe feed.
I'm anxious to see what tonight's going to look like.
Thanks for the comments. We do not pull back and check for blood, but will.
Actually, I wish Duke was jumping up on the counter and eating people food
The crunchies (Whiskas Temptations are just one or two pieces. These things are the first things he will eat again in his own. I can't imagine that would do it?
With unexpected results, I stick myself to check out meter. It's fine.
Have keto strips. Have not used yet.
Duke did get food before his AM shot. I've been timing his feedings with his shots.
I did notice that the insulin is settling out now. It is milky on the bottom and clear on top when we take it from the fridge. We gently roll before we load the syringe, but neither of us remember seeing this before. Is this normal. Is anything normal in this strange place we now live in?
I keep waiting for the Cheshire Cat to pop up and say "Don't worry Bone Daddy, it's all cool. It's just a bad dream. It'll go away when you wake up".
PS I decided to cut the lawn. We live in typical ex farm field suburbia. We have quite a few bunnies in the neighborhood (probably because the tremendous amount of development in the last 2 years drove away the coyotes we don't see anymore). I keep part of my backyard in a "returned to nature" state and found we have a nice crop of baby bunnies again this year. Can't beat baby bunnies for a much needed warm and fuzzy moment. That helped assuage some of today's concerns. Probably also explains why Duke was yowling at the back window the other night. He's our guard cat.