Joanna & Bix (GA)
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You may be owned by a Sugarcat if...........
Posted by: Hope + (((Baby)))GA (IP Logged)
Date: April 6, 2006 10:42AM
You may be owned by a Sugarcat if........
When talking about curves has nothing to do with your figure and peaks have nothing to do with mountains.
Call in sick because your cat threw up!
When your own blood sugar goes low, you have a Pounce treat.
You have two shelves of your refrigerator devoted to insulin and syringes.
You warn your friends and family not to come over on the day you plan to do a curve so that the sound of the door buzzer doesn't scare your cat and raise his blood glucose.
A friend gives you a funny look after finding a whole box of syringes in your kitchen.
The pharmacist knows your cat by name.
Someone cuts their finger and you have to fight the urge to run and get the glucometer.
You leave during the last 5 minutes of a movie because you forgot to give your cat the injection.
A friend starts a very restrictive diet and you remind them to test for ketones.
You take the kids' artwork off the refrigerator to make room for Melissa's "How to Treat Hypoglycemia", Diana's vet flyer, and Janet's food chart.
The little plastic cups you buy are not for drinking out of but for collecting urine samples for ketone testing.
You've ever been invited to watch a hockey game at a friend's house and instead of bringing over chips and beer, you take cat, litter box, meter and the insulin (yes, I actually did that once, LOL!!!)
You wake up in a panic because you dreamed your cat's BG was 862 (yep, did that one as well)
You have your company mail your paycheck directly to Hocks.com
The only food in your cupboard is a jar of all-meat baby food and a bottle of Karo.
You've memorized the carb content for 14 different flavors of Fancy Feast.
You've ever found a lancet in your shoe.
You are less interested in reviews of new movies than you are in reviews of new types of kitty litter.
The sentence, "Pookie's pre-shot was 410, but no PU/PD and ketones were negative: makes perfect sense to you.
Your cat has started sleeping under the bed because you keep waking her up to make sure she's alert and not hypoing. Your cat is thinking, "Sure, I'm alert NOW!"
Your pharmacist also knows you by name. As you leave the store, you see your pharmacist pointing you out to co-workers and making loopy motions around his head.
The last new recipe you tried was not Julia Child's bruschettas, but Joann's sardine cat treats.
Your loved ones all know what "BG"means because you use the term so frequently in conversation.
Your idea of interior decoration is putting a lid on the jar of used needles in your kitchen.
You've left parties with the line, "Gotta go shoot the cat" so often that your friends are no longer shocked. (If your friends were never shocked, you need new friends).
You go to the store for pet food, but come home empty-handed because you forgot to take Jane'ts food charts with you.
Your vet knows that whatever she suggests, you will reply, "Sounds good, but I gotta check it out with the FDMB."
You are thrilled at the sight of blood.....anyone's blood and run for the glucometer.
You haven't had to make your bed in weeks, because your cat has been sleeping in the family room, so you have too.
You spend more per month at Hocks than at the grocery store.
When your boss shows you a line graph during a meeting and asks for your comments, all you can think of is "nice glucose curve, not too much rebound-I'd leave the dosage right where it is."
You spend more time per day measuring out the supplements, fiber and kitty food than you spend preparing your own meals.
You set your alarm to get up early on the weekends so you can feed and shoot the cat and hopefully get a curve run.
You ask friends if they'd like you to do their BG's. "No, really, it doesn't hurt at all, my cat purrs the whole time."
Upon greeting friends you haven't seen in a week or two, their first inquiry is "How's your kitty doing?" as they sort of shrink back hoping you'll keep the update short.
You pay more for the cats' boarding fees than your own travel expenses when you go on vacation!
You stand and watch your cat eat each morning. Your cat eats before you do or anyone else does.
You have a jar of sweets in the kitchen, just in case you stab yourself with insulin.
You never run out of Karo, never!
Hairballs are no longer a simple issue. You brush your cat every chance you can....No barfing is allowed.
You sneak away to check the Board every chance you get....even at work!
You become even more helpful to other people who have cats.....You even write to them each day.......even though they are strangers...........you write to them before anyone, even family.
You are afraid of your internet service ending.....What, no Board!!!!
You wonder what happened to people who you have never met. You want to know how they are doing getting blood.....
The highlight of your day is getting a good urine sample in a cup/ladle,that you near broke your neck running to put under cat as it is peeing.
You know your grandchildren's BG's are normal because they want to be tested too.
You cancel any and all plans to go anywhere because cat barfed two hours after eating and shot and you need to stay home to check BG's and wait for pee sample to check for ketones.
You spend more time deciding what food kitty will want to eat than in deciding what to fix for dinner for hubby.
You meet a total stranger, find out their cat is diabetic, and for the next hour or two talk your head off about how to treat it and get their E-mail address so you can send them all the links.
Not going to social events you don't want to go to giving the excuse of "I need to be home to give my cat his shot."
You have five cans of cat food open but none of them appeal to Little Precious, so he gets YOUR dinner instead!
You're thrilled and happy when he jumps up on the kitchen table, knocks things off the bookshelf and does all those other annoying things he used to do!
You buy yourself your first microwave EVER.....just for heating kitty's rice filled sock.
You send a business E-mail to a client and sign it Diana & Monster!
The first thing you do when you come home is find the cat. The 2nd thing you do is look to see what is in the food bowl and then you test your kitty.
You no longer worry about who hears you say "Come on, bleed for Mommy"
Automatically say "Good Kitty" whenever you hear an electronic beep.
You know you're owned by a diabetic cat when you no longer use the word "Hi" as a casual greeting.
You find you cannot mention anyone from the FDMB to a friend without saying
"Melissa and Popcorn", or Janet and Binky, or Linda and WildThing.
You secretly wait outside your vet's office for a client to leave because you overheard them talking that their cat is diabetic and you want to make sure they know all about FDMB and food and ketone testing and hometesting.
You spend hours in the cat food aisle, searching or talking or doing both
(This list was started way back when and thought you all might enjoy it. Many old-timers contributed and we had a blast thinking these things up )
((Patches)) GA + ((Baby)) GA+ Hope + Mishka
You refer to time in + numbers. Noon is not noon, but +6. Your family does it too, and your friends understand that +6 means you have to leave to test the cat.
You shop at organic stores for cat food but not for yourself.
Your friends are sick of hearing you insist they switch their cats to canned food, "before it's too late!"
All those things and when I see people in the grocery/pet store buying cat food I have to restrain myself from "helping" them.
You know how to mix up a "Tunarita".
You get calls at 6 a.m. from a friend, and the first words out of your mouth are..."What's his bg?" (Heather!!!)
A "bean" to you is another owner of a diabetic cat, not...a kidney, navy, or lima bean.
You now carry 2 credit cards; 1 for your expenses, 1 for kitties.
You want to learn "Photo Shop" so your kitty can travel the world with
Jane!
You no longer faint at the sight of a needle or blood.
You have a soup ladle next to the litterbox for catching pee.
You go to the store for pet food, but come home empty-handed because you forgot to take Jane'ts food charts with you.
What about... if your cat gets up to move to another room you follow him just to see how his back legs look.... or if your co-worker walks to another room you check to see how her back legs look
You no longer vacuum on Saturday morning because that is curve day and the vacuum scares the cat!
you ask for..AND GET..test strips for Christmas, B-Day, Valentine's..etc...I have been given them for all of these so far..and so glad to get them!
you may be owned by a sugar cat if...you accidentally leave janet and binky's charts in the kiddy seat at pet smart, and have to call some young kid who says "you left WHAT in the shopping cart?" and send your daughter to get them b/c you're embarrassed!!!
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You may be owned by a Sugarcat if...........
Posted by: Hope + (((Baby)))GA (IP Logged)
Date: April 6, 2006 10:42AM
You may be owned by a Sugarcat if........
When talking about curves has nothing to do with your figure and peaks have nothing to do with mountains.
Call in sick because your cat threw up!
When your own blood sugar goes low, you have a Pounce treat.
You have two shelves of your refrigerator devoted to insulin and syringes.
You warn your friends and family not to come over on the day you plan to do a curve so that the sound of the door buzzer doesn't scare your cat and raise his blood glucose.
A friend gives you a funny look after finding a whole box of syringes in your kitchen.
The pharmacist knows your cat by name.
Someone cuts their finger and you have to fight the urge to run and get the glucometer.
You leave during the last 5 minutes of a movie because you forgot to give your cat the injection.
A friend starts a very restrictive diet and you remind them to test for ketones.
You take the kids' artwork off the refrigerator to make room for Melissa's "How to Treat Hypoglycemia", Diana's vet flyer, and Janet's food chart.
The little plastic cups you buy are not for drinking out of but for collecting urine samples for ketone testing.
You've ever been invited to watch a hockey game at a friend's house and instead of bringing over chips and beer, you take cat, litter box, meter and the insulin (yes, I actually did that once, LOL!!!)
You wake up in a panic because you dreamed your cat's BG was 862 (yep, did that one as well)
You have your company mail your paycheck directly to Hocks.com
The only food in your cupboard is a jar of all-meat baby food and a bottle of Karo.
You've memorized the carb content for 14 different flavors of Fancy Feast.
You've ever found a lancet in your shoe.
You are less interested in reviews of new movies than you are in reviews of new types of kitty litter.
The sentence, "Pookie's pre-shot was 410, but no PU/PD and ketones were negative: makes perfect sense to you.
Your cat has started sleeping under the bed because you keep waking her up to make sure she's alert and not hypoing. Your cat is thinking, "Sure, I'm alert NOW!"
Your pharmacist also knows you by name. As you leave the store, you see your pharmacist pointing you out to co-workers and making loopy motions around his head.
The last new recipe you tried was not Julia Child's bruschettas, but Joann's sardine cat treats.
Your loved ones all know what "BG"means because you use the term so frequently in conversation.
Your idea of interior decoration is putting a lid on the jar of used needles in your kitchen.
You've left parties with the line, "Gotta go shoot the cat" so often that your friends are no longer shocked. (If your friends were never shocked, you need new friends).
You go to the store for pet food, but come home empty-handed because you forgot to take Jane'ts food charts with you.
Your vet knows that whatever she suggests, you will reply, "Sounds good, but I gotta check it out with the FDMB."
You are thrilled at the sight of blood.....anyone's blood and run for the glucometer.
You haven't had to make your bed in weeks, because your cat has been sleeping in the family room, so you have too.
You spend more per month at Hocks than at the grocery store.
When your boss shows you a line graph during a meeting and asks for your comments, all you can think of is "nice glucose curve, not too much rebound-I'd leave the dosage right where it is."
You spend more time per day measuring out the supplements, fiber and kitty food than you spend preparing your own meals.
You set your alarm to get up early on the weekends so you can feed and shoot the cat and hopefully get a curve run.
You ask friends if they'd like you to do their BG's. "No, really, it doesn't hurt at all, my cat purrs the whole time."
Upon greeting friends you haven't seen in a week or two, their first inquiry is "How's your kitty doing?" as they sort of shrink back hoping you'll keep the update short.
You pay more for the cats' boarding fees than your own travel expenses when you go on vacation!
You stand and watch your cat eat each morning. Your cat eats before you do or anyone else does.
You have a jar of sweets in the kitchen, just in case you stab yourself with insulin.
You never run out of Karo, never!
Hairballs are no longer a simple issue. You brush your cat every chance you can....No barfing is allowed.
You sneak away to check the Board every chance you get....even at work!
You become even more helpful to other people who have cats.....You even write to them each day.......even though they are strangers...........you write to them before anyone, even family.
You are afraid of your internet service ending.....What, no Board!!!!
You wonder what happened to people who you have never met. You want to know how they are doing getting blood.....
The highlight of your day is getting a good urine sample in a cup/ladle,that you near broke your neck running to put under cat as it is peeing.
You know your grandchildren's BG's are normal because they want to be tested too.
You cancel any and all plans to go anywhere because cat barfed two hours after eating and shot and you need to stay home to check BG's and wait for pee sample to check for ketones.
You spend more time deciding what food kitty will want to eat than in deciding what to fix for dinner for hubby.
You meet a total stranger, find out their cat is diabetic, and for the next hour or two talk your head off about how to treat it and get their E-mail address so you can send them all the links.
Not going to social events you don't want to go to giving the excuse of "I need to be home to give my cat his shot."
You have five cans of cat food open but none of them appeal to Little Precious, so he gets YOUR dinner instead!
You're thrilled and happy when he jumps up on the kitchen table, knocks things off the bookshelf and does all those other annoying things he used to do!
You buy yourself your first microwave EVER.....just for heating kitty's rice filled sock.
You send a business E-mail to a client and sign it Diana & Monster!
The first thing you do when you come home is find the cat. The 2nd thing you do is look to see what is in the food bowl and then you test your kitty.
You no longer worry about who hears you say "Come on, bleed for Mommy"
Automatically say "Good Kitty" whenever you hear an electronic beep.
You know you're owned by a diabetic cat when you no longer use the word "Hi" as a casual greeting.
You find you cannot mention anyone from the FDMB to a friend without saying
"Melissa and Popcorn", or Janet and Binky, or Linda and WildThing.
You secretly wait outside your vet's office for a client to leave because you overheard them talking that their cat is diabetic and you want to make sure they know all about FDMB and food and ketone testing and hometesting.
You spend hours in the cat food aisle, searching or talking or doing both
(This list was started way back when and thought you all might enjoy it. Many old-timers contributed and we had a blast thinking these things up )
((Patches)) GA + ((Baby)) GA+ Hope + Mishka
You refer to time in + numbers. Noon is not noon, but +6. Your family does it too, and your friends understand that +6 means you have to leave to test the cat.
You shop at organic stores for cat food but not for yourself.
Your friends are sick of hearing you insist they switch their cats to canned food, "before it's too late!"
All those things and when I see people in the grocery/pet store buying cat food I have to restrain myself from "helping" them.
You know how to mix up a "Tunarita".
You get calls at 6 a.m. from a friend, and the first words out of your mouth are..."What's his bg?" (Heather!!!)
A "bean" to you is another owner of a diabetic cat, not...a kidney, navy, or lima bean.
You now carry 2 credit cards; 1 for your expenses, 1 for kitties.
You want to learn "Photo Shop" so your kitty can travel the world with
Jane!
You no longer faint at the sight of a needle or blood.
You have a soup ladle next to the litterbox for catching pee.
You go to the store for pet food, but come home empty-handed because you forgot to take Jane'ts food charts with you.
What about... if your cat gets up to move to another room you follow him just to see how his back legs look.... or if your co-worker walks to another room you check to see how her back legs look
You no longer vacuum on Saturday morning because that is curve day and the vacuum scares the cat!
you ask for..AND GET..test strips for Christmas, B-Day, Valentine's..etc...I have been given them for all of these so far..and so glad to get them!
you may be owned by a sugar cat if...you accidentally leave janet and binky's charts in the kiddy seat at pet smart, and have to call some young kid who says "you left WHAT in the shopping cart?" and send your daughter to get them b/c you're embarrassed!!!
