Alright folks, I’ve got a short story for you. I’m still kind of tired, so please bear with me as I try to get this out there.
You remember when I told you about our diabetic cat, right? Well, as it turns out, he had a small “ordeal” last night.
I’ve said on a number of occasions that we end up falling asleep some time around 2am. For years, Laura’s said that this has simply got to change and that we need to turn back into normal people again. But, just as those words leave her lips, she runs around avoiding anything that has to do with sleep – at 1:30 in the morning. I have to gently remind her that I follow her lead at night. She’s the one who wants to stay up and party, not me.
I suppose her odd sleeping habits paid off last night because a few hours after Michael received his insulin shot, he started acting strangely. We keep a close eye on this type of behavior because Mike’s not a regular type of diabetic. He goes up and down and then back up again. And then, he decides not to be a diabetic anymore at all. Laura is quite astute when it comes time to monitor Michael’s diabetic behavior and last night was no different. Mike took his injection and then his glucose level fell too low. If you aren’t aware, this can be fatal.
Once we determined that something was in fact awry, and began taking preventative measures by rubbing his gums with corn syrup, he began vomiting. He vomited a number of times which, of course, gave us great concern. We decided that we needed to make an emergency run to the vet to check some levels in his blood. Which, by the way, we usually do ourselves. But this time, we thought he needed a more thorough exam.
Laura started looking around for emergency veterinarians in the Palm Coast area and came up empty handed. She called the vet we have been going to down here and listened to a recording that told her the location of the closest hosptial – the Volusia Animal Emergency Hospital in Daytona.
Now, I’ll tell you – I wasn’t exactly in the mood to hop in my car at 2:30am for a nice trip to Daytona. I’ve actually been trying to avoid Daytona because I’m not exactly sure it has anything to offer me. Too many people, too many cars and too many roads. But, I figured that if we were to drive there in the middle of the night, it wouldn’t be so bad.
I’m going to make a long and somewhat drawn out story short. I’ll just tell you that we made it to the vet around 3:30 some time, Michael had his $300 exam and we left. And just as we were leaving, the sun started coming up. I’ll admit that part of my motive for agreeing to take the trip (besides the obvious other part – Michael’s health) was to see the sun come up over the beach. I had planned on taking A1A for our trip north, so we could observe what mother nature had to offer, but what actually happened was far different. I was so tired and low on gas that I just jumped back on 95 and drive home. We saw a hint of a sun rise while driving on 95, but it wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. So, I’ll have to save the sunrise outing for another time.
Michael checked out okay and is resting right now. He’s quite aged, so we aren’t sure what to make of things right yet, so we have our fingers crossed. We’ll just have to wait to see how things turn out.
Well, that’s my story about last night. Interesting to say the least. And it’s weird, because every time I see Laura jump up and respond so quickly for one of the animals, I ask myself if I think she would do the same for me. I’m not sure she has the same affinity for humans as she does for animals. But if I’ve learned anything in the past years we’ve been together, she pulls through at the end. Very concerned girl, that Laura. I’d say she was raised very well.