Sunday, June 29, 2014

My Dog Has Diabetes

It's been an overwhelming month around here. Our dog April was bitten by a tick during our trip to West Virginia. She got very sick and I rushed her to the emergency vet at one in the morning.

We had to force feed her for a few days, but she got better. The following week we went on vacation again, to Wisconsin this time. At my aunt and uncle's cottage, April kept rushing down to the lake to drink. She drank and drank and drank. And peed, and peed, and peed.

At home, she started having accidents in the house. The water dish was always dry. I wondered, does April have diabetes? We took our 11-year-old dog to the vet. She weighed 58 pounds. A month ago April was 75 pounds. A 17 pound weight loss in a month!

Excessive thirst, check.
Excessive urination, check.
Weight loss, check.
Always hungry, check.
I know these symptoms. I've been here before. This sounds a lot like diabetes. So, I told the vet, "I think I know what's wrong with her."

The vet said, "What do you think is wrong?"

"I think my dog has diabetes." The vet thought it was a whole bunch of other stuff, but maybe not diabetes. To humor me, the vet checked April's blood glucose. April's blood sugar was 644! No wonder April was feeling horrible. I diagnosed my own dog with diabetes. After a night in the vet hospital getting fluids and starting on insulin, we took our dog home.

It's been a stressful adjustment. April is on NPH insulin, twice a day. Keeping her insulin on one side of the fridge, and mine on the other, was the first thing I did. Also, her insulin is cloudy and mine is clear, so that helps. I prefill two syringes before I go to bed. That way I can tell at a glance if I gave April her shot. Right now giving April insulin is new, but in a few weeks this will become a routine. That's when mistakes can happen. I'm doing my best to head them off.

April is improving. Insulin is magic that way. I've been testing her blood sugar at home using a Onetouch meter. She's ranging from 325-205. If this was me, I would correct. I hate being high. With two shots a day of NPH, I have no way of correcting April's blood sugar. I am trying not to let this bother me. But, of course it does bother me. I know the long term damage high blood sugar can do. I know what high blood sugar feels like. I don't want my dog to feel like that.

Still...

I'm having to adjust my thinking. April's diabetes does not need to be micromanaged like mine does. A weimaraner's lifespan is 12 to 13 years. She is 11. If we treat her diabetes aggressively, April has a year or so to live. If we don't treat it aggressively, April has a year or so to live. I test her blood sugar three times a day to help the vet adjust her insulin dose accordingly. Once we have things dialed in, I won't test as often. There is no need to test her 10 times a day like I do myself. She eats the same food, at the same time, in the same amount, every day. Her blood sugars aren't going to go crazy because of something she ate. Keeping her stress down is important to me as well. She's not a young pup anymore. But, she is still a great dog.

April isn't having accidents and is doing better every day. She likes to snuggle on the couch with her dad and her favorite cat, Fresh Air. She likes short walks in the woods. She's a good dog. A great dog. And now a dog living with diabetes, just like me.

Here are a few pictures of Miss April over the years. The yellow dog is her best friend, Honey. The first picture is from 2003. The last one was taken in December 2013.







Monday, June 2, 2014

Dexcom Darn you!

Dexcom woke me up, beeping at three am. Warning! Warning! You're below 55. Wake up! You're below 55! Beep! Beep! Warning! Warning! Danger!

I opened one eye. The screen said 48. I fumbled for my testing strips and checked my finger. 160. Dexcom!  You woke me up for no reason. Shut up!

I entered 160 in Dexcom and shut it off.

I'm not one of those people who can fall back to sleep after I wake up. My brain starts playing remember when? Only these are never pleasant memories. Why do they come pouring into my brain in the middle of the night? Flick on the Apple TV. Scroll to Netflix. Pick a random documentary on Ancient Egypt. Netflix has them all listed for me. Based on my profile I am fascinated with Ancient Egypt. I'm not. Shows about Ancient Egypt put me to sleep.

I slept for another hour. Dexcom woke me up beeping at four.

Warning! Warning! Your blood sugar is high! I repeat, your blood sugar is high! Danger! Danger! Warning! Warning!

I opened one eye. The screen said 237. I fumbled for my testing strips and checked my finger. 130. Dexcom! You woke me up for no reason again! Shut up!

Twice in one night it woke me up with false alarms. I wanted to throw my Dexcom across the room. I turned on another documentary about Ancient Egypt and fell asleep.

 My alarm clock went off at 5 in the morning.

Urgh! I'm not a morning person. I'm especially not a morning person when Dexcom goes crazy. The first night with a brand new sensor sucks. Hopefully, tonight is much better. Of course, tomorrow I don't have to get up at 5 in the morning. Thanks Dexcom. Thanks a lot. 

Disclaimer

I am not a doctor. I do not have a medical degree. Nothing on this site qualifies as medical advice. These are lessons I'm learning at the University of Catastrophe. What I find to be correct answers in my classes may not be the right answers for you.

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