A woman who is on a winding path through life with God as my Guide.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Water, come out, come out, wherever you are!
Okay, water: Come out, come out, wherever you are!
There you are! Now if I can just get my tongue in the right spot.
There---I did it!
Ahhhh---it tastes so good!
I'm happy to report that George has been taking his insulin shots well and I have not stuck myself once.
I took him to the vet for the one month check up and he's at 412, down from 500. The norm is somewhere around the 250 mark (as usual I forget), so he has a ways to go. But he gained a pound. I upped his dose from 1 ml to 2 ml on the syringe last Thursday. On Sunday for the first time in 5 weeks, he ran into my bedroom, wholeheartedly jumped on the bed, and meowed (demanded) I pet him ( this has been the morning ritual for several years, but he hasn't felt like doing it.) I laughed with joy!
His sis likes when I get the syringe out because it means they both get some canned food, her brother gets stuck with a needle, and then they both get TREATS! She gets the Yummy! But not the needle--yea!