Elvis and the Vet
I couldn't stand the thought of Elvis spending more time at the vet's office than necessary. I hurried down and found out - his blood sugar numbers have gone up, not down. I was quizzed on how I was administering his meds and in the end, we decided to up his dosage by another 1/2 unit twice a day and he goes back in two weeks. Strange. But she said that cats aren't easy to regulate and nothing is ever really 'normal'.
As I was paying my bill, Elvis had his eyes on the massive dog that came in after I did. I never gave the dog and its owner a look earlier as they were getting of their truck when I walked by. I was on a mission after all. I said to Elv, "Would you like to play with the doggie?"
The guy laughed and said, "That's a beautiful cat."
I turned and immediately went weak in the knees.
"Thanks, he's 10. Wait. No. Um. He's 13." Then I mumbled something about not knowing where that number came from. I was starting to babble. My brain had gone to mush and I couldn't get out a real sentence. C'mon girl, pull yourself together!!!
Ruggedly Handsome Guy: "What's his name?"
"Elvis. His name is Elvis."
RHG: "Elvis, huh?" Then he smiles. Can't.think.
I manage to blurt out "He has diabetes"
RHG: "That's too bad. We're in today to get screened for the same thing."
"Really? Aw - good luck" as I back into the door to leave. But it's the wrong door. "Um, oops. Okay, good luck."
If the three vet techs and the vet weren't all standing there, I might have said more. Or not. I wasn't doing well sounding or appearing like I was a functional human being.
Sigh.
So now I'm working from home and Elvis has camped out under my feet, a new spot for him. I thought he would go under the bed or in the closet, but he's sticking close. My poor baby. (My poor ability at taking advantage of opportunities...)
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Ruggedly handsome guy will have an easier time with his dog. Apparently dogs regulate much more easily and stay that way. There's a conversation opener if you run into him again.
He's put on two pounds, so something is working.
Since I have to go back in to the office in two weeks, I may ask about the guy and his dog. We'll see. I should have asked him about his dog but I wasn't thinking straight and wanted to get Elvis home. I'm not very good under pressure.
If you're lucky (and ruggedly handsome guy's dog turns out to be unlucky and have diabetes) you both might run into each other frequently at the vets when you're getting bloodworks done and stuff...
Give Elvis some extra scritches for being such a brave kitteh.
Did you at least look to see if RHG had a ring? ;-)
Don't worry, you'll get Elvis under control. I'm glad he's plumped up a bit.
Funny, as I was leaving the vet today, I was carrying Elvis and a guy (not ruggedly handsome) was coming our way with a huge rottweiler (he went into the street to kindly give us a wide berth).I knew Elvis couldn't be feeling too terrible since he managed a nice growl for the big doggie.
*snorgles* to Elvis West.
So had Elvis lost some weight in the beginning 'cause of the diabetes and everything? The weight gain sounds good unless his cat-sitter gave him too many tweats while you were gone. I'm glad he's not holding the vet visit against you and is staying close. Does he seem to be feeling somewhat insecure? *pouty face* Po baby....give Elvis some extra snuggles for all of us here in Voxland. Maybe you could curl up under the covers together & you could read him a story... "The Cat in the Hat" perhaps? Does he need a special blankie or sumfin? PM me your snail mail address & I'll send kitty chicken soup & a new blankie or toy posthaste!
Awkward moment, but oh the rush! Yummy.
Glad Elvis is doing better.
Awww, hugs to Elv.
I'm sorry, but I'm just LOLing at the thought of you bumping into the door. Too cute!
Lol, great story! Now, let's see what happens! ;)
And, definitely, if Elvis put on two pounds, he is at least getting some nourishment where he needs it, even if his blood sugar is still high.