Juggling life through a bi-polar lens. Sometimes up, sometimes down. Mostly trying to tread water in the middle. Creating a likeness to a normal life. Whatever "normal" is...

Thursday, 9 August 2012

Blood Test

Scooter was out on his cushion, on his bench, till after midnight last night. We kept going out to check on him, and coax him in, but he was having none of it. He was in a warm corner of the garden, surrounding by tall fences, tall willow-herb, butterfly bushes and a potted peach tree. He had his little solar frog light nearby, and he was staying put.

We kept the door open for him, suffering a draught and numerous mozzie bites so that he would find the easiest way in and not get confused or feel abandoned. In which case, GUESS WHO EVENTUALLY WENT ROUND THE LONG WAY AND NIPPED IN THROUGH THE CATFLAP???

LOL! In he walks, big yeowowowowowowow and I put a saucer of salmon under his chin, some biscuits next to him, and poured fresh water. 

It's nice to know he is still a cheeky boy.

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Anyway, the v-t came today. 
Scooter was out on his blanket/box/cushion/quilt/tent condo in the sun. The v-t came over and sat down next to him. "Hallo Scooter, I've come to see you! How are you feeling, hmm?"
Scooter sat up and leant towards him, sniffing. You can't fool him. You can take the v-t out of the surgery but you can't take the surgery whiff out of the v-t, apparently.

We all sat and talked normally, trying to keep him calm. Then the nurse who'd come along held Scooter on each side and made a fuss of him while the v-t took the tiniest shaver I'd ever seen and took off a little fur from Scoob's foreleg. I covered his eyes to try to keep him calm. He jumped a little when the needle got to him and swore at the v-t. I wasn't sure if it was a growl or a snort, the v-t said it was both.

He tested the blood sugar level immediately. 
It was 1 point something. 
VERY abnormal, he said. When had we fed him? after midnight, at 2am, at 3am, at 5.30am, at 8am, again around 10am and he had had a tiny bit of chicken with his meds on about half an hour before. Well, his blood sugar reading would have been normal only if it had come from a cat who'd been starved!

"This would fit in with what you're finding exactly," he said, "with the night feeds helping. We've been thinking that the lump on his face is causing the seizures by it being something nasty leaning on the brain. I think we may have been barking up the wrong tree there."

I can't remember what made me think of blood sugar, or to start the night feeds. But it's nice to hear it was the right thing to do.

The v-t is going to check for the insulinoma, and check the liver and kidney readings. He didn't manage to take enough blood to do a thyroid check too. But I should have these results tomorrow or Monday.


his blanket/box/cushion/quilt/tent condo 

even a big apple box can be a squeeze, for our big fella

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Love, tea & cake,  


Beedeebabee said...

Hi Helena...I'm wishing with all my might for good news tomorrow. Fingers and toes crossed and double crossed!...Scooter looks so cute in his apple box! :) xoxo

MorningAJ said...

You know that I wish him everything good. Be well Scooter. Please.

Julie said...

At last someone is listening! Well done for your perseverance and I hope the results are good. xx

Everycat said...

What a good vet he is, sounds like he was a real star with Scooter.

Scooter looks magnificent in the garden in his "camp" For a 19 yr old cat he doesn't look his age at all.

We are sending big purrs for good results

Oliver, Gerry, Mungo & The Ape xx

Angel and Kirby said...

At least they did verify your theory! Scooter, you were such a good boy! We are sending lots more purrs your way!

The Lee County Clowder said...

Finally, some useful information about Scooter's problems. Purrrrrrring for you, Scoob.

Lynda (Granny K) said...

Good vibes coming your way xxxx

Di said...

Wahoo!!! At last, someone who seems to be aligned with your thoughts too - fingers and toes still crossed here. Hugs, Di xx

Found art blog said...

Hummm...... so it could be sorta diabetic-y insulin stuff!!! Well let's hope it's nothing worse than that!!!

MISS PEACH ~(^.^)~ said...

Oh Helena we are so delighted to see you all so happy sitting in the garden together in the post below...you are all so lovely! Scoot sure does not want for anything...you take well care of him. Like my Peachy girl...he has every comfort. I am so happy that he is holding on so very well with your loving care...you are always in my thoughts!!
Love Karla