I'll share something I wrote a couple of years ago on our '5 year anniversary of diagnosis' about our first diabetic adventure with KT, our first extra sweet boy:
5 years ago today I learned that cats can be diabetic. KT was losing weight while eating huge amounts, drinking like a fish, his beautiful hair was oily, dandruff and he just looked miserable. His glucose reading at the vet was 422. The vet told me to go to Walmart and buy 'ReliOn' insulin (even THAT wasn't right) and a package of U100 syringes. WHAT? NEEDLES? I was SO terrified of needles/syringes that I literally fainted (YEP-fainted) when the doctor drew blood and I saw the syringe first. The nurses never finished my vaccinations as a child because it was a shot and I literally clinched my muscles so hard I bent TWO 20ga. needles. Even going to the counter to buy them, I was crying and shaking - they showed me the syringes asking if that was right...quick, someone get smelling salts because I was about to go out again.
And I have to give a shot to KT? Dang I can't! But you HAVE TO do it. Just opening that syringe was awful - I was about to throw up. I filled that syringe with that 'stuff'...then spent the next half hour pacing up and down the hall, crying, shaking so bad I was afraid my rings would fly off....and I cry more, shake more, deep breaths, REALLY deep breaths...and I have to give him this shot? I CAN'T! YES YOU CAN! YOU HAVE TO! All the while KT is laying on their table watching me. OK, I finally quit shaking quite so much....and I gave that shot. KT looked at me like 'Hey Mama! What's the big deal?"
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This was KT - we lost him in 2014.
It's REALLY not nearly as bad as we imagine beforehand.....
HUGS