Normally, when she comes home, Mom lets out Camie, and by the time she gets back in the house, I meet her at the front door yowling for my lunch. Well, yesterday, that didn't happen. She came looking for me and I was 'asleep' in my millie bed. Mom just knew that something was wrong when she made some noise and I didn't wake up. She put her hand on me to wake me up, and I was very slow to respond, and looked at her with a dazed look. I really didn't know what was going on. So, she decided to do something that she never does at lunch - she tested my blood sugar. This is what she saw.
In order to get this on my machine, my blood sugar had to be below 20 (normal is between 80 and 120, and my vet is happy if I am below 200). When she saw the "LO" number, she immediately got me up and went and got a can of food. I was still pretty out of it, but what ever she put in front of me smelled pretty good, so I decided to eat a bit, but I only ate about 1/2 of the small can and normally I will eat almost the whole one by myself. So mom decided to test me again (it was about 10 min. later). I was still reading low, and not wanting to eat my normal lunch, so she went out to the kitchen and got me a jar of chicken baby food. I started to eat it right away, but quit after about 1/4 of the jar was gone. So mom tested me again, and I was still reading low. So then she broke out the nasty stuff.
Mom called it honey - I call it disgusting. She put some in my mouth by rubbing it on my tongue and on my gums. It made me gag, and back away, which of course meant that I got the nasty, evil stuff on my chest...which meant that Mom had to wipe me down with a wet washcloth. She also had to clean the baby food off of me (I tend to be a bit of a slob when I eat it). In the picture below, you can see the honey in the measuring spoon, and my tester stuff.
About half an hour after she first tested me, I finally reached 25, which is still extremely low, but I had eaten a lot, and it takes a while for the food to raise the blood sugar. She finally figured it was okay to go back to work, but she made sure that Papa came in to check on me. She only had about an hour left to work by the time she left me to go back to work, and she works 10 minutes away.
As soon as she got home, she tested me again, and I was up to 92. I don't remember much about this afternoon, but I am glad that Mom decided to do something out of the ordinary and test my blood sugar - although, now I am sick of being poked. I think I had my blood sugar tested 5 times at lunch and once since she got home.
I am back to my old self - snuggling with my brother, and demanding my food like normal. Mom is going to keep close watch over me for the next couple of days to make sure that I don't drop that low again. It has only happened one other time since I was diagnosed with diabetes, and that was the first week. Mom thinks that I probably didn't eat all of my food after I had my insulin this morning, so because I didn't have enough to eat, the insulin worked too well.
