Tucker is undergoing an experiment. Previously, I have randomly checked the sugar in the roly poly’s blood and, because of one day’s findings, I measured that sugar every day last week. I discovered that his blood-glucose numbers were very low in the mornings, so low as to render his regular insulin injection unnecessary, dangerous, in fact. On two mornings, his numbers were below four, in one case 3.1. At two, he is at a grave risk of entering a diabetic coma. That’s when one applies some corn syrup directly to his gums, so that it is absorbed quickly by his body and boosts the blood-sugar. At 3.1 and 3.6 (the other very low reading), I didn’t think that we were quite there, but I did give him small pieces of Pop-tart, to raise his sugar numbers.
On Friday, I consulted Tucker’s doctor about this, and she agreed that such numbers were worrisome. She endorsed my application of sweets on the two mornings. As this pattern of low numbers at the beginning of each day, with Tucker’s more usual numbers at the end, seems to have come from nowhere, the veterinary advised me to refrain from giving my cat any insulin at all for several days. Sunday, I will perform a ‘curve’ on him. This is rather hard, since he underwent one just a fortnight ago, but it will determine what his numbers are without any medicine.
The doctor suggested that Tucker’s diabetes may be going into remission, though this represents long odds. More likely is an adjustment of the insulin dosage, perhaps just to one injection per day.
I hope to have some new arrangements come of this. If I had not checked Tucker’s glucose levels those mornings, the consequences of giving him insulin would have been dire. On the other hand, I don’t feel that I can test his blood every morning and evening for the rest of his life. Though I have now successfully drawn blood from his foot-pads, rather than his ears, even these will become a bit sore after several weeks of such treatment.
But a plan to decide on a new schedule is in place. I will perform the ‘curve’ tomorrow and see what happens as a result. Ever trusting, Tucker continues to be a cheerful furry sausage, even purring while I poke him with a needle to draw his blood. I hope to vindicate his trust, and keep him purring a long time yet.