Remember my diabetic cat? Of course you do. Well, now she’s my diabetic cat with unexplained uncontrollable night vomiting. It’s time for another round of expensive tests, meds and special food! SEE YA, ALL MY MONEY.
Argh. Well, at least my nail polish hasn’t chipped.
She has some mysterious infection or allergic reaction that’s causing her to puke all night (this has been going on since last Friday), PLUS her diabetes is as bad as ever. My poor old cat is sicker than ever and I feel helpless and defeated and like all the time and money and MONEY I’ve spent trying to get her healthy has been a huge heaping waste. The vet called and left a message about the test results and I couldn’t call him back for over half an hour because I couldn’t stop crying, partly because I felt bad for Claire, partly because I felt guilty for letting her get so sick (although in my defense she isn’t acting sick at all, I mean other than the barf), and partly because I felt (still feel) guilty knowing that if this gets much more expensive I won’t be able to afford to do it anymore. Luckily the current plan of action just involves switching her food and adjusting her insulin dosage, with no more account-draining blood test for a month.