Mickey took a turn for the worse last night. It seems that a weekend without any insulin at all wasn’t good for him. He made ‘spitting-up’ noises every half hour or so last night, and did spit up once on the floor. This morning, he wouldn’t stand up, and had his head cocked at almost a 90-degree angle, with his right ear to the floor and left one straight up. When he tried to stand, he wobbled, stumbled, and would lay back down. He looks drunk. Basically, he’s dizzy, which is a sign of a diabetic without insulin. After a quick consult with David, I gave him three units of insulin this morning and came in to work. David will take him to the vet at 9:00.
Besides the 2 hours or so of fitful sleep, I’m in a new blue/green linen suit (how do you keep linen from wrinkling when you sit?) and the epitome of professionalism. Just pardon my yawns.
Wt: 139.0 Hey! I held the same weight all weekend!
Mood: Concerned about dog. Nervous about potential meeting w/Big Boss.
Work docket: Hot Jobs (waiting for ads now), piddly online job fair, banners and stuff.
Lunch plans: brought Smart Ones Mac and Cheese
Afternoon Plans: (all plans tentative until I hear about dog) YMCA, scoop out catboxes
Evening Plans: Probably sit and stare at dog.
