Look at my Jakie!

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Took Jakie to the vet this evening, and asked them to shave some spots on her sides.  Turns out it's really hard to give a tiny, skinny kitty a shot - it's hard to tell if you're getting that insulin under her skin, or into a handful of fur.  The vet tech said they actually suggest doing this sometimes and surprisingly, some owners will not let them alter their kitty's coat.  ?   Jake doesn't mind, why would an owner have a problem with it if it helps getting their kitty well?  Or at least helps getting their condition stabilized?  Anyway.

Giving Jake her injection after the haircut was easy peasy, no problem at all.  She might have to stick with this hairstyle for a while - maybe she'll start a trend!  Sh-h-h-h...that's what I'm telling Jake anyway.  She's sex-ay!


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If it's not one ..

                      .. it's the other.

Aren't they handsome kitties?  Riley and Jake when they were kids.

Now, both have thyroid disorders and take meds.

Today it was confimed that Jakie has diabetes.  I go on Saturday to learn how to give her shots. This getting old crap is for the birds.  Even for them!

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Is it wrong to be mean to my doctor?

Thursday is my first doctor's appointment since the diabetes diagnosis. And all I can think about is how pissed off I am at him.

My doctor is funny, straight forward, and loves to tell people about how his wife thinks he's the biggest a$$hole around. And I can see why she thinks so. I would never want to be married to the man but as a doctor I've always trusted and liked him.

So when he acted annoyed with me (presumably because I had not lost weight and prevented the condition in the first place) and said he had to treat me, handed me a meter and shoved me out into the little waiting area outside the lab where I waited for his nurse to bring me a diet and some useless pamphlets - it really made me angry.

Not sure what I'm going to say to him but there has to be something about making a diagnosis and then at least pointing a patient in the right direction to learn how to manage said illness. There were a few days there where I was weepy and overwhelmed. And I still feel overwhelmed and on some days I feel defeated. I think I've gained some understanding and then my numbers disprove it. While I understand this is something I have to learn to take control of while the doctor will only manage my care - he could have given me a CLUE!!!

Maybe it's not fair to be angry with him, but I'm not blaming him for the diagnosis. I fully realize it's my own fault due to diet and lifestyle. Like I actually have a lifestyle. Sounds glamorous, doesn't it? But as my doctor, I would have expected more than annoyance and being pushed out the door with no real direction or guidance.

All I keep seeing in my mind is sitting in the chair in the exam room, looking up when he walks in and saying .... "Y'know, you really SUCK." Because we all know how articulate I am.
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Overwhelmed much?

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My Christmas tree is usually up the weekend after Thanksgiving. My Christmas shopping is usually completed by now. I'm not usually as stressed about work as I have been lately. And I'm not usually monitoring my blood glucose and freaking out about how high it actually is. Yes, I am overwhelmed.

Too much to do, but every time I test my blood my glucose is high. I have only had one reading that was even close to normal and I have yet to get a handle on what this whole thing is about. Spending more time researching diabetes and noticing the excessive thirst and overly dry mouth and other symptoms I did not pay attention to before. Or did not equate with illness, if you will. I am not getting anything done except becoming more aware of my anxiety.

This weekend I will get my Christmas shopping done.

At least.

I hope.
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Went to the doctor and all I got was ...

... this bag of stuff I really don't want and a couple more prescriptions to add to my repertoire.



Not a happy camper.



Looks like I have some self-educating to do.