After all the anticipation and nervousness.....

today was supposed to be Scruffy's official OTJ day. Only, I got sick in the middle of the night, and what with the wandering around that was going on, no one got much sleep. And when Rege left for work, he apparently gave Scruffy more than the approved ONE Temptations treat, which, even at this stage, seems to be a recipe for glucose level disaster. Then I was awakened for the day by the sound of Scruffy heaving up a healthy hairball. I can't remember for sure, but I don't recall him having ever had a hairball, which is odd and hard to believe, given how long and fluffy his fur is. Anyway, when I tested him, he was at 150. Which made me want to cry. He didn't want anything to eat, so maybe his stomach was upset, too.... And a couple hours later, I tested him again and he had only come down to 105. So, I officially cancelled the "celebration" - not that there was going to be any fussing anyway, since it was all only in my head. But I feel sad. By 6:00, he was back down to 69, which was a relief, but it left me feeling sufficiently uncertain that I'm just going to wait and not say anything about his OTJ.

I went to vote yesterday afternoon, and Dr. C was standing, as usual, at the bottom of the steps in the town hall. And I couldn't resist - we hugged, and then I said, "Do you ever see Jay anymore?" (because I know, even though I haven't been to their hospital for four years, that he sold the practice to Dr. O'L.) And he said that he does, so I said that I'd left their practice because I just wasn't able to do what they wanted when Scruffy was diagnosed, but that he had been on this wonderful new human insulin for a year, and now he was OTJ. And Dr. C was very nice about it, and congratulated me, and acted like he may have had some clue what I was talking about. I was wishing afterwards that I'd offered to teach any of their diabetic patients' families to hometest. I always had this fantasy of telling Jay all the stuff I couldn't accept and why - not nastily, because I always considered him a friend as well as a vet. Oh, well.